Yueying had rested for most of the day and finally felt a bit better, so she decided to ask Yueyao how the house had been arranged. Yueyao, looking at such a rudimentary house, really didn't know how to handle it, but when she entered Yueyao's dwelling, she found that everything inside was already properly arranged.
The bedding was ready, and on the bed, there lay a six-tenths new, thick, water-blue cotton quilt; a table was placed at the head of the bed adorned with a dressing box; the wardrobe next to the bed was also filled with clothes; and on the table by the window, there laid out writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone.
Yueying paused for a moment, then forced a smile, "Third younger sister, you have already tidied up?" She hadn't expected Yueyao to be so efficient.
