Sheng Yi quietly observed the interior decoration.
The theme was purely business-like in black, white, and gray. Everywhere she looked, it seemed that besides black, white, and gray, there were no other striking colors—extremely monotonous.
She still felt a bit uneasy, after all, before today, she hadn't expected to stay at Dao An's place. She raised her hand to touch her earlobe, and just as she turned around, she saw the man in a white shirt walking toward her: "I've moved twice in Manhattan, and after moving here the second time, I never changed places again. The color scheme was originally minimalistic white. Combining more striking colors was a bit troublesome, so it became the way you're seeing it now."
Sheng Yi hadn't expected that he would take the time to explain the color scheme of his home's decoration to her.
