The remaining items, although not luxurious, are full of a strong sense of home.
On a table, there are several ancient books, pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
On the other side, there is a dressing table with a diamond mirror inlaid in the middle.
There are not many styles of makeup, but the ebony comb is particularly unique.
Seeing him come in, she greeted him with a smile: "Li Ying, what do you think?"
Xijian Liying frowned and said nothing.
"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" Yan Ran's eyebrows showed a trace of disappointment.
"No," he lowered his head and thought for a moment, then put his arm around her slender waist.
"It felt strange when I first saw it," he said frankly, "because I have never seen a room like this."
"However, the second time I saw it, I liked it."
"Are you lying?" Yanran said listlessly. Although she had put a lot of thought into it, it was actually quite difficult for him, a prince who liked luxury, to like him.
"No, I mean it sincerely." A smile appeared on his face.
He grabbed her hand with his hand and said softly: "Although the previous bedroom was very beautiful, even I don't feel like my home."
"When everyone leaves, I will feel empty and lie in bed alone in a daze."
"Although I am a prince and have everything at my fingertips, I don't know what I really want and what I want."
"And now, with a house like this, my heart will calm down and I will feel at ease."
"And having you in this room makes me feel even happier and happier."
Listening to him express his true feelings so sincerely, Yanran's heart ached softly.
In fact, although Xijian Liying is a prince and has things that others can never have, he is actually not happy either.