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Suiyang Li Family.
Outside the window, trees laden with ziwei flowers swayed gently in the wind, the purple and red blooms occasionally shedding petals.
Downstairs, a passing elderly lady carrying her granddaughter pointed at the trees and muttered something, seemingly a poem related to the flowers.
Li Chengjiu opened the window and removed the Flying Yi from her body, hanging it on the wall hooks.
"Did Brother Yi transplant these flowers?" she turned and asked her mother, Feng Yurong, who was mopping the floor.
"Mhm, your brother said he liked ziwei flowers, so he paid to have some transplanted from other places. You know his temperament; now that he has money, he spends it freely without a thought of saving…" Feng Yurong began to ramble on.
Li Chengjiu responded with non-committal hums, not really listening.
Ever since Li Chengyi beat her, she suddenly realized how good her parents had been to her in the past.