Plum Garden, in fact, was where Ou Mufeng lived before she married off. Before that, the four gardens of Blue Mountain Villa were occupied by the four masters of the family: Plum, Bamboo, Orchid, and Chrysanthemum.
And these four gardens, just as she said, were indeed quite spaced out. Walking from one to another took at least several minutes.
Ou Mucen looked at those few villas, his gaze also becoming somewhat somber.
Is their family relationship not good?
Of course, it’s not good!
This question, if it had been asked when she remembered everything, she would probably have been even clearer about it than he was. Just because his mother was a stepmother, he hadn’t spent these last twenty-some years without engaging in rivalry with the people in these gardens.
Now, in this vast garden, only his Orchid Garden and that Bamboo Garden over there stand firm. Speaking of which, it was somewhat sad.
"Not really, I guess, probably because I was the youngest, the old man favored me a bit more since I was little, and then they seemed a bit uncomfortable with it."
"Really? When you say ’they,’ are you talking about your sister and brother?"
"Yeah, they were not born from the same mother as me. My mother came into the picture later, so naturally, they have some issues with me. Didn’t you notice? The garden I live in is even better than hers."
Ou Mucen, actually, did not really want her to know the true state of affairs in the Ou family. Perhaps it was because during this time, as he got used to being with her , he found that he preferred her this way.
Without the shackles of memory, there was no painful past. In her current state, she did not need to carry too much burden, nor did she need to take on too much responsibility. , she could live a bit happier.
So, he was reluctant to bring up anything about the villa, afraid that she would suddenly remember those things.
And indeed, upon hearing that the old man was good to him because he was the youngest and born of a different mother, the confusion in her eyes just moments ago slowly became clear, "So that’s how it is. No wonder your sister doesn’t like us very much."
"Yeah, I can feel it. She really doesn’t like me. It was like that at the flower market last time, and it’s the same now that we’re back."
As she said this, she suddenly remembered something and sat there, lifting her head to ask another question, "Right, last time your sister said I killed her nephew and her sister-in-law, that would be your nephew and sister-in-law. Did I really do something like that?"
As soon as these words came out, the man who had been looking at her tenderly immediately changed his expression!
That damn woman, Ou Mufeng, actually went and told her this?
For a moment, he felt panic rising from the depths of his heart, and that terrifyingly cold and sinister aura burst forth again, "Don’t listen to her nonsense. She has the biggest issues with me, naturally, she could say anything."
"When have I ever lied to you? Okay, stop thinking about these things. Come here, I’ll help you clean that stuff out of your eyes."
He was somewhat afraid to talk about this subject with her, not knowing why, as if by speaking, he might make her remember something and then something bad might happen.
There was no helping it; the bloodstained twilight had left too great a shadow on him.
Fortunately, upon hearing him say he would clean her eyes for her, she did not ask any further questions. She obediently lowered her head, took out the thing from her eyes, and handed it to him.
It was still the two thin pieces, but now, after having been worn so long, they both noticed that the originally thin, milky pieces were now turning slightly yellow, as though they had aged.