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Outside the window is a medium-sized flowerbed, filled with Hyacinths.
At this moment, the blooming season has passed, but the leaves are growing vigorously.
Aunt Li smiles gently.
She still clearly remembers that day six months ago when Xiao Ran joyfully ran home, busying herself for an entire afternoon to personally plant this patch of Hyacinths.
She was covered in dirt, smiling proudly at the flowers.
"When Mo Li comes home and sees these Hyacinths, she will surely be overjoyed."
The purple Hyacinths sway in the wind, as if responding to her words.
Mo Li loves Hyacinths, especially the purple ones.
No one knows about this preference of hers.
Since she started living at the Xiao Residence at the age of ten, she has never mentioned her likes to anyone.
She is an orphan without anyone to rely on, lacking the privilege to act spoiled.
Six months ago, Mo Li was still in college, in her senior year.
She usually lives in the school dormitory and only returns to Xiao Residence during holidays and festivals.
Today is her birthday, and she had previously said she would go back to Xiao Residence to celebrate, but Xiao Ran unusually did not come to pick her up from school.
He said he had something to do and let her go home by herself.
Normally, when Mo Li goes home, Xiao Ran would happily rush to pick her up.
As Mo Li returned to Xiao Residence and stepped through the front gate, she was greeted by a vast expanse of purple.
It looked like a huge purple net that rushed into her heart, tightly wrapping around it.
At the edge of the net stood Xiao Ran, dressed in a white trench coat, smiling brightly at her.
Mo Li inhaled the faint floral fragrance in the air and walked over to Xiao Ran.
Xiao Ran was holding a shovel, and his trench coat was speckled with mud stains.
Mo Li knew that Xiao Ran loved cleanliness; she had known this since she was little.
A group of boys had gone out to play, returning with wrinkled and dirty clothes, yet Xiao Ran always remained tidy.
Mo Li felt a pang in her nose.
She remembered yesterday.
Yesterday, Xiao Ran personally went to the school, repeatedly urging her to return to the Xiao Residence for her birthday.
As she passed by the small flower shop on campus, she saw the purple Hyacinths displayed in front of the shop.
It was the season for Hyacinths to bloom, and the small purple flowers climbed up the lush green stems, fluffily swaying in the wind.
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