When the door to the room closed again, Lin Wei's room returned to its dim state, and Lin Yuan realized that Lin Wei had already drawn all the curtains.
She couldn't help but laugh softly, "This atmosphere really matches your mood at the moment."
Having said that, she looked towards Lin Wei, who remained motionless by the table.
At this moment, Lin Wei appeared even more dejected than she did in the morning, her small face filled with tear stains. Fortunately, she was young and hadn't reached the age of wearing powder, otherwise her face would surely be marked with deep furrows from the tracks of her tears.
Earlier at the doorway, Lin Yuan was still angry, but upon seeing her little sister, all her anger dissipated and was replaced with tender care.
With a slight sigh, Lin Yuan walked over and sat by the table.
The floor was scattered with fragments of embroidery pieces, and Lin Yuan didn't bother to avoid them, boldly stepping over them.
