Mo Junhua walked towards Lan Tian, measuring up her boudoir with a candid gaze.
Against the inner wall stood an antique purplewood bed with barricaded headboards on both ends, carved with flowers and vibrant birds. A pure white nylon mosquito net hung from the barrier, draping over and concealing the bed, beyond which one could see the sky blue pillows and a bright red quilt. It appeared hazy like flowers in the mist, an elusive sight that tantalized the imagination.
Opposite was a matching wardrobe, its doors slightly ajar, revealing neatly arranged clothing by season stacked shelf by shelf. Between the bed and the wardrobe was a desk, adorned with the Four Treasures of the Study—brush, ink, paper, and inkstone—as well as two medical books. The windowsill housed two potted plants, one with blooming white Camellias and the other a dazzling, never-before-seen red flower.
