Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower

She had no memories of this place.

None at all.

But her body still remembered everything that had happened in this place. The sadness, the helplessness, and also the happiness. Many mixture of emotions swirled within Nan Hua's body that she could not control.

In the next moment, Nan Hua felt a throb on her head as flashes of images appeared within her mind.

'Hua'er!'

A young boy was calling her while running on the grass. He was still young, yet he was very energetic. There was a small hairpin in his hand.

'Luo! Give it back!'

A childish and angry voice sounded.

'Catch me if you want me to get it back!'

'Don't move!'

The two children ran towards the house and the young Nan Luo purposely stopped so that the young Nan Hua could tackle him. The two of them fell to the wet grass. Mud stained their body and faces, so when they looked at each other, they laughed heartily.

The young Nan Luo stretched his hand and bundled the young Nan Hua's hair before inserting the hairpin. It was messy and ugly, but the young Nan Luo was beaming. 'You're pretty, Hua'er.'

The young Nan Hua giggled. Sound of free laugh entered Nan Hua's ear.

So free and relaxing.

The door opened.

A young woman in her early twenties or late teenager stood there. She had strikingly similar complexion with Nan Hua but in the mature version. The way she walked signified elegance and dignity.

Madam Nan.

Their mother.

Madam Nan looked at the two dirty children. She put her hand in front of her mouth, suppressing muffled laugh. 'Ah Luo, Hua'er, are you two going to stay on the ground? Come on, time for a bath.'

'Yes, Mom!'

The scene stopped there.

Nan Hua blinked her eyes, returning to the present. She looked at the grass in front of her. At that time, the gardener hadn't cleaned up yet because it was raining. It looked similar to the condition of the courtyard in front of her.

Did it mean that she would recover the original Nan Hua's memories if she was at the right place?

But she and Nan Hua was supposed to be a different person, right?

Nan Hua's eyes flashed.

"Clean up the yard."

"Yes, Miss."

The four maidservants worked diligently while Nan Hua walked to the back. Her footsteps didn't seem to be any different, yet there was some kind of traces of hurry when she walked towards the back. The garden was a mess, yet it looked strangely familiar for Nan Hua.

It was as if she had already seen everything before.

Her head throbbed once more and flashed of images appeared before her.

Under the large tree in the garden, her mother was carrying her while singing. Her song was sonorous and pleasing to the ear. Carried by the wind, it would make whoever heard it felt peaceful.

The young Nan Hua looked at her mother and raised her small hand. 'Mom.'

'What is it, Hua'er?' Madam Nan looked at her daughter and smiled brightly. Even though living in this residence was not easy, there was no trace of unhappiness within her eyes in the slightest bit. She was happy to be blessed with two children who she could spend time with.

'I want you to sing more.'

'Sure, but you have to sleep, okay? It's your nap time.'

'Yes, Mom.'

The young Nan Hua obediently closed her eyes, snuggling closer to her mother. Her mother's embrace felt warm and comfortable as if it was protecting her. She felt that everything would be fine when she was with her mother.

Madam Nan smiled faintly and began to sing another song. Rocking her young daughter tenderly, she made sure that nothing could disturb the young girl in her hand. Filled with love and affection, she continued to sing.

The scene stopped once more.

Nan Hua stood still on her place, her eyes were looking at the large tree in front of her. it was the same tree and also same location. The location where her mother used to bring her to sing some songs in order to allow the young Nan Hua to sleep peacefully.

No matter how the outside world was, she wanted to make her daughter feel safe and comfortable.

"Miss," Xiao Yun called and walked closer. She looked up and noticed the expression on Nan Hua's face and quickly shut her own mouth once more. Nan Hua's face was still as cold as ever, but there was some kind of feeling that told Xiao Yun that she shouldn't disturb Nan Hua right now.

She didn't even know why, but she just didn't dare to disturb her.

Nan Hua stood still for a few more seconds before closing her eyes. The emotions that were swirling within her eyes and all messy and complicated thoughts were forcefully suppressed.

"What is it, Xiao Yun?"

"Miss, would you like for us to ask for new furniture? Many are no longer in appropriate condition to use."

Nan Hua didn't think it was strange. After five years of being abandoned, it would be stranger if the furniture could still be used.

"Ask Madam Qu to move the furniture from the quarter she originally prepared for me."

"Yes, Miss." Xiao Yun obediently retreated.

Nan Hua stood still on her place, gazing at the tree where her mother used to carry her once more. The memories were faint, but her body reaction was very honest. It was relaxed and happy, as if the place contained the happiest memories for her.

The matter of transmigration, mind, and even memories were things that were too complicated for Nan Hua.

She didn't even understand why she was here after her death in her original world.

But since she was already here.

She would live as herself.

Walking towards the house, Nan Hua felt freer and calmer than ever. It was as if the burden inside her mind had been lifted even though there were still many things left unanswered.