Wen Xinya could still hear Wen Haowen berating her and calling her a treacherous bastard. She could completely imagine his expression.
Wen Xinya walked towards the backyard slowly. After a night of thunderstorms, the leaves had fallen onto the ground, causing it to be filled with lush greenery and the yard to be full of life. The ground was also covered in red, white and pink petals of withered flowers. However, there were also flower buds on the vines boasting of life.
Only flowers that had been through rain could blossom so vibrantly.
Xia Ruya stood quietly beside her and looked up at the flowers that only had their branches left, appearing as beautiful as a white swan, exuding a melancholic beauty.
"Yesterday, there was still white magnolia in the vase on the second floor. However, they were replaced with gorgeous begonia flowers this morning. It was just a thunderstorm and yet, everything is scattered and the ground is muddy."
