Jun Wu Xie returned to the room which she had not been to for a long time. Everything in the room was how she left it, nothing seemed to have changed at all. The table and chairs were wiped clean, the items on the table were obviously new, but it looked exactly the same as the teapot she used in the past.
Jun Xian waited for her for a long time, every day, he would think about whether or not she would return that very day. He refused to let his granddaughter suffer any bit of grievance, to the extent that her room was cleaned regularly and the tea table and chairs were changed every three months, but there is no change in their appearance.
Three months and another three months passed like that, those things that had never been used were discarded because of Jun Xian's stubbornness. He only wanted to give her the best and the things that she was most familiar with.
