Chapter 17

Willow really felt like swearing, "Lunatic!" The shoe wasn't even white. It was a black leather shoe. Just wipe the splashed water, and it would leave no trace. Was there any reason to yell? She didn't care and simply turned around to place the basin back inside the room, and let down her trouser leg. The woman certainly didn't anticipate being ignored so flagrantly and was momentarily taken aback. Once she gathers her wits about, she stormed into the room with an outraged momentum, "Willow, what is this attitude?" However, as soon as she walks into the room, she is stunned. Because what used to resemble a pigsty—the west room—has unbelievably transformed. Although the furnishings remained simple, it was clean and without the faintest trace of odor. The setting sun slanted into the room from the window, covering the simple furniture and bed with a layer of golden light. On the bed, sat a neatly dressed boy with delicate and beautiful eyebrows, creating an indescribably warm atmosphere.