Xu Nianhua silently looked at these well-tended wisteria flowers. Without the owner's careful nurture, how could the wisteria bloom with such beauty today?
These wisteria flowers owe everything to Aunt Jin's meticulous care, but even more so to Pei Yicheng and his sister, who poured all their longing for their mother into them.
No matter if it was Pei Yicheng or Pei Yining, whenever they saw this patch of wisteria, the joy in their eyes was unmistakable—a happiness they simply couldn't hide.
"Yicheng, I believe that if Auntie's spirit is watching from heaven, she would feel comforted." Xu Nianhua gazed at the sea of wisteria, imagining that Pei Yicheng's mother must have been a gentle, tender woman, rich in feeling.
