The small garden was behind the villa, and rather than a garden, it was more like a field of bellflowers, occupying no small area. At a glance, the field was filled with dark purple and dark blue bellflower buds.
Unlike the exquisite villa, the bellflowers in the field were completely untended. There was no pretty railing nor delicate pruning; they grew freely, spreading out over a large area, rippling in the breeze which brought waves of fragrance.
"I don't actually like bellflowers. My husband was very fond of them, but to accommodate me, for a long time, there were only red roses in the garden." Qiu Moyan said with a nostalgic tone, her fingers sliding over the bellflower buds ever so gently, as if she was afraid of damaging them. The sadness on her face grew heavier.
Shen Li watched Qiu Moyan caress the buds with the tenderness one would use with a child, and although she felt it was inappropriate, she couldn't help saying, "You still have Shen Yu..."
