After Rebirth, Minor Character Only Wants to Level Up

In the room, there was only a wooden bed for two people, covered with a blue and white checkered bed sheet, the most common style seen in the 1980s, with two white pillows and pillowcases sewn with red and white edges. At the foot of the bed was a neatly folded quilt, looking very new, or maybe just about 80% new. Ye Ling could clearly see that this was ’specifically’ prepared for them, or perhaps used every time there were guests at home, so naturally, it looked new.

Ye Ling didn’t point it out but casually surveyed the room. It was just like in her memory, with a desk in the northeast corner, a small bookshelf right beside it, and a two-door wardrobe squeezed between the bookshelf and the window.

Wardrobes in the 1980s were quite simple, with a small platform recessed in the middle where one could place facial products, and mirrors embedded in the doors on both sides.

For this era, this kind of wardrobe was already considered quite nice; most ordinary families couldn’t afford such fashionable furniture for weddings. But the Ye Family’s conditions allowed them to use such a stylish wardrobe, which was quite impressive.

Ye Ling understood that it was all because Ye Ma pampered Ye Qian enough to spend this kind of money, saving every bit from the family’s tight budget to satisfy Ye Qian’s princess-like life.

Just like the clothes Ye Qian was wearing now, a pink outfit with ruffled collars and lace, dark blue pants, her pigtails braided to the ears with pink ribbons tied at the ends — the most princess-like dress of the 1980s.

In comparison to herself, she looked like a big silly girl from the countryside in the same era. Even though she also styled her hair like Ye Qian, she appeared rustic in contrast, and Ye Qian’s outfit itself seemed outdated in Ye Ling’s eyes, so one could imagine what she looked like.

Ye Qian was talking with Grandma Ye and when she raised her head, she saw her sister examining her and smiled slightly, "Sister, tired standing all night? Come over and sit."

She squeezed past Ye’s mother beside her, took two or three steps to Ye Ling, and affectionately grabbed her arm. Ye Ling felt goosebumps rising, naturally feeling sick.

She knew her temperament far too well; once she knew what someone was like, she couldn’t hide her emotions. That stubbornness in her bones wouldn’t change even if she lived again.