The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 260 Revisiting Prunella’s Room

Isolde suddenly felt an urge to go through Prunella’s belongings.

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She knew that after Prunella got married, her room had been unoccupied, While the important items had been packed away, the less significant ones were still left in the room.

She wondered if those things could reveal what her mother had been thinking before she married.

Oliver seemed to read her thoughts. He looked at her and said, “Let’s go. Let’s visit your mother’s room.”

The two were in perfect agreement.

They sneaked out quietly, Oliver naturally holding her hand as they walked, his smile stretching from ear to ear, radiating pure joy.

The room where Prunella had lived before her marriage had remained empty. After she married, she occasionally returned to her family but never stayed in that room. Instead, she chose another room. There was a reason for this, though no one knew exactly what it was.

Isolde guessed that her mother might have wanted to preserve the innocence of her pre–married self.

The courtyard was overgrown with vines that clung to the walls. A few roses bloomed extravagantly in the corners. Aside from the vines, the other plants in the courtyard were well–maintained. Chrysanthemums flourished in one corner, their fragrance filling the air.

The courtyard hadn’t been maintained for a long time. The paint had faded, and the sunlight filtering through the yellowing leaves cast dappled shadows, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

There was no one in the courtyard. Moss had begun to grow on the bluestone path. Isolde held Oliver’s hand as they walked along the path. She could almost see a young woman walking lightly ahead of them.

That person was no longer around, but she had once lived vividly in this courtyard.

Perhaps she wore a green dress or a red satin skirt, her embroidered shoes adorned with pearls that pecked. out from under her hem as she walked.

Perhaps she laughed among the flowers, gazed at the sky from the corridor, or even climbed onto the glazed tile roof to sit and look out at the distant lake.

Her laughter might have been like silver bells. She might have rested her hands behind her head, gazing at the sky, her heart touched by a fleeting melancholy of youth.

She had loved someone, and there were people she didn’t like, but hatred had never existed in her young heart.

Back then, she didn’t know what fate had in store for her. She was confident, believing that life would go on as she had imagined, that she would grow old hand in hand with the person she loved

However, it was hard to predict what would happen tomorrow, let alone the future.

Isolde walked through the courtyard, these

these had been her mother’s thoughts

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time, now a

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torn off but not completely, leaving remnants

window frames,

placed, covered in a thin layer of du seemed that the

beautiful girl living

room, they

south window, covered with books that had been eaten by insects. Isolde walked over and wiped the surface with her hand. The dust

not the young lady’s room, but

the spirit of the deceased might return

them neatly organized, filled with letters and two poetry books.

the same

the other scattered letters, she checked the signatures and was surprised to find that they were from Doug, Pablo, and even Douglas

turned away, pretending not

trusted subordinates of Garrett 1 back then. It was natural that they

his marriage was a happy one, and his wife was

their own destiny.

Prunella, but he made Prunella

before she died? Isolde

would only blame herself for not being cautious enough. At that time, Geoffrey was on the battlefield, and she was likely more concerned about how the

e letters

in the chair Prunella had once used, readin exchanged between the two. These were letters from

waiting eagerly and a young man striving hard to achieve military merits, hoping to earn the right to marry her.

here too? Shouldn’t they have

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making a mistake, she wrote a craft first to choose her words carefully”

deeply for him,” Oliver