It was called the back garden, but in reality, it was like an outdoor Treasure Room.
Just like Nianyang’s space, it had giant dicine cabinets, there were hot springs, and the ground was planted with very precious dicinal herbs.
These are the essential dical environnts for a Traditional Chinese dicine Practitioner.
However, what surprised Nianyang was that not far away, there was also a particularly girlish swing covered in wild chrysanthemums.
Noticing Nianyang’s gaze, Wen Qingmu’s eyes flickered, and he said, as if driven by a supernatural force, "Those were Aran’s favorite flowers during her lifeti."
Aran, also known as Chu Lan, was Nianyang’s deceased grandaunt.
Nianyang was actually very curious about the love story between Wen Qingmu and her grandaunt, but she hadn’t asked. Since Wen Qingmu brought it up, she naturally wouldn’t miss this opportunity.
She was just about to speak when Wen Qingmu asked, "How did you and your partner find each other?"
Nianyang didn’t understand why he asked, but she answered dutifully,
"Master, my partner and I fell in love at first sight!"
In this era, love at first sight was quite common because most people only started dating after introductions and mutual attraction. She thought Wen Qingmu wouldn’t say anything, but he unexpectedly laughed.
As he laughed, tears welled up in his eyes.
He said softly, "Aran and I also fell in love at first sight. I was attracted to her passion and generosity, she was attracted to my good looks."
Nianyang couldn’t help but ask, "Was it also a face-conscious era back then?"
Wen Qingmu shook his head, as if recalling sothing amusing, smiling warmly, "Among those I t, she was the only one. Your grandaunt was a true beauty enthusiast, loved all beautiful things. She agreed to establish a relationship with because I was good-looking, so all these years, I dared not let myself grow old or ugly. I was afraid that when I went to the Underworld, your grandaunt would dislike and abandon ..."
Nianyang pursed her lips, feeling sowhat touched, as she could feel from Wen Qingmu’s tone the profound love he had for her grandaunt.
How could such deep love sustain him, rembering her for so many years after her death, living day by day with such longing? His heart must be extrely bitter.
Wen Qingmu had suppressed it for too many years, and now upon seeing Nianyang, he seed to see Chu Lan, and all his emotions were overwhelming.
"When Aran died, I was actually there on the scene. I know Disguise Technique, and except for Aran, no one recognized . I saw with my own eyes how Aran died right in front of . I nearly couldn’t hold back from rushing out to save her, but she stopped with her gaze.
In that mont, we couldn’t afford personal feelings; we could only consider the bigger picture. Afterwards, I kept thinking, if I had gone out then, would the result have been different?"
Nianyang didn’t speak; at tis like these, she couldn’t say anything but quietly listened to Wen Qingmu vent.
"I am an outstanding Traditional Chinese dicine Practitioner. I inherited the ancestral dical teachings, and I can save many people, but I couldn’t save the woman I loved most in this life. So I imprisoned myself, unwilling to treat anyone ever again."
"Your grandaunt died for your grandfather, so I’ve always hated the Chu Family. If it weren’t the responsibilities of the Chu Family weighing her down, she wouldn’t have died. She was so young, so beautiful, she shouldn’t have died so cruelly. In my heart, I bla the Chu Family, but how could I not know? I’m just making excuses for my own uselessness. It was my failure to protect Aran; I’m in too much pain, I’m about to go mad, tornted by nightmares day and night. So I bla part of it on your Chu Family. Am I being despicable?"
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