After Wen Yun showered, she changed into her own pajamas and sat on the soft bed, but felt extremely ill at ease.
The room was very big; a single room was more than three or four times larger than any place she had ever lived in.
The spacious Simmons bed was soft and comfortable, and one wall was a floor‑to‑ceiling window with an extremely open view; she could see the beautiful scenery outside, and just standing in front of the window was a kind of aesthetic enjoyment.
And this was only the room she was staying in; if she counted the other rooms and the living room, plus the back yard of unknown size, it completely shattered Wen Yun's idea of what it meant to be rich. So this was where rich people lived—really, truly huge.
