The sudden burst of dramatics from Wen Rourou left Xiao Zhan behind her torn between laughter and tears, though he played along with her. Still, the invisible aura of ambiguity between them dissipated somewhat.
Unlike the girlish decor of Wen Rourou's Beijing villa, the interior here leaned toward a retro extravagance. If one had to describe it, it felt very much like French vintage style.
The walls were painted a retro green, giving off a steady yet elegant vibe. Several gold-framed oil paintings hung against the wall, depicting lifelike portraits of people.
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