Xu Xiaoya's face lit up. "I knew it, Xixi! You're the one who cares about me most."
Xu Xiaoya's appetite was surprisingly excellent. She finished two whole bowls of rice. Her cheerful conversation and laughter quickly filled the usually quiet house with a lively atmosphere, dispelling its lack of mirth.
Winter days darkened quickly. Lunch had stretched on for a long time, and in what felt like the blink of an eye, dusk was approaching. Yan Xixi's mother, Mrs. Yan, made an excuse about watching television, leaving the two young women to chat privately in the small bedroom. Xu Xiaoya looked around at the bedroom's furniture, decor, and the spotless windowsill. She praised effusively, "Xixi, this place you found is really nice. Is the rent expensive? I'll need to find a place next month too. I could use it for reference."
