Momo's Gradual Change

C111. Her New Home.

Chapter 111: Her New Home

From the moment she began climbing the stairs, Song Yimo’s mind had been swirling with images of what her new room might look like.

She knew her brother cared deeply for her, so she was certain the space would be thoughtfully arranged. Sixteen-year-old girls had dreams—hopes for a room that felt uniquely their own—and she had no doubt that her brother had done his research, sparing no effort to make every one of those dreams come true.

Although they’d known each other barely half a year, with even less time spent truly getting to know one another, she could see it clearly: he cherished her as a sister, genuinely and deeply.

So she had imagined her room in as much detail as she could.

Yet still, what she saw before her surpassed all expectations.

This wasn’t simply a room for a young girl; it was a perfectly crafted princess’s haven, scaled down to be her own.

A soft pink formed the backdrop, layered in shades of deep and pale rose, with white as an accent. The entire space radiated a youthful, fairytale warmth.

European-style furniture filled the room—a heart-shaped bed, pink and white bed linens, a matching canopy, and on each side, bedside tables adorned with pink crystal heart lamps.

There was a full set of furniture, including a desk, a bookshelf, a wardrobe, and a vanity—all in complementary shades of blush and cream. A plush pink and white rug covered the floor, and even the air conditioner on the wall had a pink frame to match the decor.

But what drew Yimo’s gaze most was the bay window. She couldn’t resist stepping closer, but then paused, recalling the rug underfoot, and carefully slipped off her shoes before continuing.

Zhai Muyang watched from the doorway, arms crossed, his smile soft. If one looked closely, they might even notice a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

In the months leading up to this, he had poured as much care and attention into this room as he might have into a major project. Every item here had been personally chosen by him, with some pieces even brought over from abroad.

And now, he waited, hopeful, to see if his sister would love it as he’d hoped.

The bay window wasn’t fully sealed for safety; instead, the bottom half was fixed, with six smaller panes across the top, and deep pink curtains framed it on either side.

The ledge was padded in matching fabric, with a pair of cushions resting on it in complementary tones.

At one end was a small shelf, neatly stacked with tiny, whimsical toys.

Song Yimo picked up a small figurine, examining it, then placed a cushion at the other end before settling herself onto the ledge and swinging open the window.

Sunlight streamed in at an angle, brightening the room with its rosy glow and illuminating the happiness on Yimo’s face, her eyes alight with delight.

Whatever she had been through, whatever hardships she had faced, in this moment, she truly felt loved. Treasured, even—as if she were a princess whose every whim had been anticipated.

She thought to herself that even if one day her brother changed, if he ever stopped caring as much or even made mistakes, she would forgive him.

Because, in two lifetimes, no one had ever shown her such kindness, such deep and sincere thoughtfulness.

It was so perfect that it felt almost unreal. She feared that if her joy grew too great, she might wake from this beautiful dream.

So she held herself back—she kept the corners of her mouth from curving too widely, suppressed the warmth on her face, slowed her heartbeat.