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    I noticed a shift in his emotions. I asked softly while looking at him, "It''s different now, isn''t it?"


    "Yeah." His eyes swept across theyout of the entire west side, and he said coldly, "It''s no longer the same as before."


    I knew exactly why As was angry. If the ce had been tampered with, the chances of us finding any traces of the past were basically zero.


    Not to mention any signs of where my mother had left things.


    Putting his arm around my shoulder and patting it, As reassured me, "I had expected as much."


    Despite his words, his expression was depressing. I knew there was still some anger in him because he couldn''t help me recall the past and felt regretful.


    "But this also indicates something..." As finished speaking and looked at me.


    I looked up at him and continued his thought, "Even if she changed the house, she still couldn''t find anything of value by ident! In other words, the things aren''t in this building!"


    His eyes skittered over his surroundings, and I knew instantly his intention. I said nothing more.


    The modifications in the internal details here were reasonable, considering it had been 20 years. It wouldn''t be the same after Celine came in. After all, she felt guilty!


    She had to find a way to change or erase any signs of our two families living here.


    Although I didn''t remember what it was like before, I thought the main structure was still there.


    "When was thest time you came back?" I asked.


    As thought for a moment and said, "It''s been many years since I came back here. Thest time I came back, it was still the same, but now everything has changed!"


    I scoffed, "She thinks that by changing theyout, it''s really hers?"


    "We''re working on it," As patted my shoulder reassuringly.


    A sense of disappointment permeated between the two of us. We both knew that the chances of finding clues to the BZ n from here were now very slim.


    But this was the real purpose of our return to Nocturnia.


    "Let''s go to the greenhouse!" I looked at him, wanting to divert his attention. "When I came, I dreamt about the garden!"


    "Then I''ll take you there," he said.


    He took my hand and walked out of the main building through the side door at the end of the corridor. "When our mothers were still alive, they always went out from here to the garden."


    I was curious. The garden in my dream was too vague, but I remembered clearly that it had a tiny pond with lotus flowers and beautiful sunlight.


    As we stepped out of the side door, we walked along a quiet path paved with stone bs with lush nts on both sides. The backyard was quite spacious, withrgewns and various rare flowers.


    On the left was arge ss greenhouse.


    I broke free from As''s hand and walked a bit faster in the direction of the ss house.


    But strangely, walking along this path gave me a feeling of familiarity. In my dream, I was chasing after my mother''s footsteps.


    As hastened to follow up after noticing that I was moving too quickly and said, "Slow down a bit, watch your step... Don''t rush!"


    I looked at him mischievously and said, "I''ve been here in my dreams."


    "More than just in your dreams. When you were little, you followed Aunt Lucille here!" He caught up to me, holding my hand and controlling my pace. "Really?" I asked with some doubt.


    I did not remember having any interest in flowers or nts in myter memories. It might be rted to my foster mother-my current mother! I never saw my mother taking care of nts. N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    Moreover, I was too busy with my career after leaving home for college and joining the Murphy family.


    During the exhausting days, I work!


    copse like a corpse when I


    returned home. How could I have the leisure for such elegance?


    When my career started to show results, I gave birth to Ava. For me, Ava was the most beautiful flower.


    So, a garden was definitely a dream for me, a magically enticing ce.