Aunt Lan was a very talkative woman. She showed her around the estate, which was large, with seasonal vegetables planted in the front and numerous fruit trees on the back hill, and a grape arbor off to one side.
Already deep in autumn, the grape arbor was bare. The two walked along the path in the front, the breeze brushing softly across Yan Luoxi's hair as she listened quietly to Aunt Lan talk about how she and Fu Xuan met.
Rarely, the woman, who had always been so cold, appeared differently in her mind. It turned out she once had a sense of justice and passion.
"At that time, your mother picked up a beer bottle and smashed it on that playboy's head, and blood splattered immediately. I was scared stiff, but your mother wasn't afraid at all. She grabbed my hand and we fled. Later, I don't know how things were settled, but that playboy never bothered us again," Aunt Lan said, her eyes surprisingly filled with a girl-like admiration.
