Chapter 775
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She tried her best to quell the conflict in her heart, as well as her deep fear of the old man, as she slowly walked up to him.
"Grandpa, the medicine is almost cold. It won't be as effective once it's cold. Shall I feed it to you while it's hot?" Mu Wanrou asked as she squatted beside him and stirred the medicine with a spoon.
He nodded lightly, but his mind seemed to be elsewhere as he did not look at her.
He often looked out of the window in a daze, and his gaze was always on the Mu family's back garden.
Rumor had it that the Mu residence's back garden was meticulously taken care of by Mu Qingcheng.
She loved flowers, especially Chinese roses. Hence, the Mu residence's back garden was once filled with colorful blossoms.
From afar, it was unbelievably beautiful.
Mu Qingcheng loved to trim the flowers in the back garden. In the afternoon, she would sit on the swing leisurely.
Ever since she passed away, the back garden had been barren for a long time. The Chinese roses she planted had withered and rotted due to neglect.
The servants wanted to cut the flowers and replant them, but the old man flew into a rage and forbade anyone from entering the back garden, let alone touching an inch of the land there.
The back garden of the Mu residence had once become a forbidden area. No one was allowed to enter.
The petals withered and fell to the ground. The back garden had been barren for several seasons. Finally, the old man ordered people to take care of it again, but he did not let them plant any more Chinese roses.
He was afraid that he would be reminded of the past.
"Grandpa, come." Mu Wanrou scooped up the medicine and fed it to him.
He slowly opened his mouth and swallowed the medicine. His eyes, however, were still looking out of the window with sorrow and trepidation.
Suddenly, a line of tears overflowed from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. They dripped into the medicine bowl with a plop. Silence reigned.
Mu Wanrou saw his teary eyes and stood up helplessly. She carefully asked, "Grandpa, w-what's wrong?"
The old man remained expressionless and did not say a word.
No one knew that today was the anniversary of Mu Qingcheng's death.
On this day, he would sit in the study room and quietly admire the scenery in the back garden. Today, however, the Chinese roses were no longer in full bloom.
On the swing, the carefree figure could no longer be seen.
Mu Wanrou did not understand why he suddenly cried. She only lowered her head in fear and continued to feed him the medicine until there was not a single drop left in the bowl.
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"The Kingdom of Love is a peaceful and prosperous country. Every day, there is singing and dancing, praising and thanking the officials. The king is also a righteous person. One day, the King brought his most beloved daughter, the five-year-old Love, out on an inspection tour. Because Love was kind-hearted, she treated the maids like her own family. In order not to be discovered, the king only brought two guards with him. … "
On the bed, Yun Shishi held a book of fairy tales in her hands. She flipped to a story titled 'The Real and Fake Princess' and found it interesting, so she read it to Yun Tianyou.
Yun Tianyou leaned into her embrace. Amid her gentle and soft voice, his eyelids drooped and his eyes drooped sleepily.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was slowly pushed open. Xiao Yichen peeked inside. He had just taken a bath and changed into his pajamas. He tossed and turned in bed, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not fall asleep.
The spacious room only felt cold and cheerless.
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