Xu Nianhua silently observed the beautifully cultivated wisteria flowers, thinking that without the meticulous care of their owner, could the wisteria be as beautiful as it was today?
These wisteria flowers couldn't do without Aunt Jin's careful attention, but even more so, they couldn't do without Pei Yicheng and his sister pouring their deep longing for their mother into them.
Whether it was Pei Yicheng or Pei Yining, whenever they saw this patch of wisteria flowers, joy was unmistakably reflected in their eyes, a joy that was truly impossible to conceal.
"Yicheng, I believe that if Auntie's spirit is looking down from heaven, she would definitely feel consoled," Xu Nianhua said while looking at the vast stretch of wisteria flowers, imagining Pei Yicheng's mother to be a woman tender as water and full of sentiment.
