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When Tang Wan and Jiang Jinsang returned to the East Courtyard, Old Tang had already taken his medicine and gone to rest.
The autumn wind was cool at night. As the two walked side by side and just entered the courtyard, Jiang Jinsang saw the stacks of empty flower pots by the wall and couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Looks like you really did keep quite a few flowers before."
Tang Wan suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, remembering how her grandfather had just laughed while telling Jiang Jinsang,
"... all those flower pots in the East Courtyard, they were for the flowers Wanwan used to grow. The flowers died, but she couldn't bear to throw the pots away, so they're all piled up there."
"Over the years, quite a few plants have met their end in her care."
"Even cacti couldn't survive under her care."
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At that time, Tang Wan wished she could cover her grandfather's mouth, as he was saying everything out loud.
