When she had nothing to do, Narcissa couldn't help but reminisce about the first half of her life.

Perhaps it was because of the ups and downs of her previous life, or perhaps it was because time was too long.

How could so many years have passed in the blink of an eye?

She still remembered the Black Manor when she was a child.

Back then, she would always compete with Andomida over a small piece of jewelry, and her mother would always favor her younger self.

Beira was a few years older than the two of them, and never wanted to participate in those 'boring games'. She would always pester her father to learn more advanced 'black magic', so her father preferred Beira.

On festivals or days when there was a ball, Aunt Walbuga would always bring Sirius and Regulus to visit.

She didn't like Cyrius very much. At first, it was because he took away her position as the 'youngest child' in the Black family. Later, when Cyrius grew up, it was because he was too noisy, and she found him annoying.

Regulus, on the other hand, had always been Sirius' shadow in her memories. He was much younger than her, so they couldn't play together. Later, when he grew up, he would always follow Sirius obediently, almost as if he didn't exist.

But now, why was she the only one left of the 'always pure' Black?

Other than the assets she brought with her when she got married, there was nothing left for her to remember.

The Black Manor had once been offered to The Dark Lord by Beira, and had been cleared and destroyed by the Ministry of Magic when The Dark Lord failed the first time. Aunt Walbuga's house in Grimmauld Square had been given to the Order of the Phoenix by Cyrius when The Dark Lord rose for the second time. Now, it was probably in the hands of the 'Savior'.

Narcissa couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If she had known this would happen, she would have taken all the familiar things with her when she got married, bought a villa, and decorated it according to her old memories. That way, she wouldn't have a place without memories. She would miss it for nothing, and it would only deepen the loneliness and length of time.

When The Dark Lord rose for the second time, he took over the Malfoy Manor, so after the war, Narcissa didn't like to continue living there.

She felt that no matter how much it was cleaned and renovated, the manor would still smell of blood, and there would still be screams and disgusting laughter in the middle of the night.

But Lucius insisted on living there. He renovated the manor according to the layout of Draco's childhood. Even if living in the old manor would often be searched by the Ministry of Magic, he wouldn't insist on living down the villa.

To be honest, the Malfoy family's situation after the war wasn't very good.

The Black Mark on Lucius and Draco's arms was indelible 'evidence' of their crimes. Narcissa had spared the life of the Savior during the final battle, 'the last family member of Sirius, the last Black in the world', and she had run around countless times to beg for most of the Malfoy family's assets to exempt Lucius and Draco from punishment. But Lucius was still stripped of his political rights, and the power of the head of the Malfoy family was forced to pass to the 17-year-old Draco.

Narcissa could only watch as Lucius was put under house arrest in the Malfoy Manor, and watch as her son, Draco, ran around the family's affairs, and schemed against the 'old foxes'.

The only thing she could do was silently accompany Lucius, and wait for Draco to come home occasionally to show her mother's concern.

And now, she was staying in the Malfoy's villa in France.

The lavender here was blooming just right. She was going to collect some dried flowers and put them in Lucius and Draco's room, to help them relax with the scent of lavender.

Lucius's mental state hadn't been very good after the war. He had been tortured by the Heart-Drilling Curse in the early stages of the second rise of the Dark Lord, and then he was imprisoned in Azkaban for a period of time. After the war, he was put under house arrest in the Malfoy Manor.

So after the war, he became irritable and nervous. At night, he would suddenly wake up for no reason, and during the day, he would sit in the same place blankly for the whole day.

Narcissa felt sorry for him, but she didn't know how to help him. She could only sit beside him silently and hold his hand, or give him a hug when he woke up at night.

She knew that Lucius was so proud that he wouldn't accept anyone's sympathy or pity, especially hers.

She and Lucius had been married for 23 years, and had been together for even longer.

She thought that their marriage was the product of family and love.

Lucius was a very competent husband. After he decided to marry her at the age when it was time to decide who he wanted to marry, he gradually became close to her. Gradually, they became lovers, and finally, they got married.

All these years, he had done a good job. Even though there were always all kinds of speculations and gossip in the tabloids, he never let her worry about those lovers outside of the marriage, nor did he have any bad habits, at least in front of her.

But Narcissa felt that she didn't understand Lucius's heart, and Lucius didn't give her a chance to understand.

In Lucius and Narcissa's marriage, they perfectly interpreted the roles of master and mistress. Lucius was in charge of all the family affairs, while Narcissa was in charge of taking care of the family and socializing with the other mistresses.

She would share things about her life with Lucius, and if she forgot to mention them, Lucius would ask her about them. But Lucius never shared anything about himself with her. All her information came from pureblood family gatherings or newspapers. Even if she asked, he would always brush her off or change the topic. Instead, he would ask her if she was interested in any jewelry that he would buy for her.

In the past, Narcissa thought that this was good enough. She knew Lucius's preferences in life, and she knew how to manage the Malfoy Manor. She had the social skills that a perfect mistress of the family needed.

But when the crisis came, she realized that she was wrong.

Lucius had always tried to protect her in a utopia far away from the bloodshed. When the Dark Lord returned, she was the last to know. And that was when the Dark Lord was about to take over the Malfoy Manor. Lucius couldn't hide it from her anymore.

At that time, she realized Lucius's anxiety, but she couldn't help him. She knew about Draco's fear, but she couldn't protect him.

From then on, she gradually came to her senses and tried to change, to protect them.

Maybe she really was an incompetent mother and wife, Narcissa thought.

But fortunately, she still had time to make up for it.

The sun was getting stronger. Narcissa put the lavender in her basket, put away her tools, and prepared to go into the house to rest.

As a soft 'bang' sound was heard, a house elf appeared beside Narcissa.

"Mistress, Master Draco is here.

He's waiting for you in the living room. "

Narcissa put down the basket and walked into the living room.

In the living room, a handsome young man with short platinum hair was reading documents, drinking lavender tea and eating blueberry biscuits that she baked in the morning.

Sensing that someone was approaching, he raised his head and saw that it was Narcissa. He smiled. "Mom."

It was her Xiao Long.

Her Draco was twenty years old this year. He was already an excellent young man.

Even after going through so much darkness, it was good that he could still smile like this.

Narcissa bent down and kissed Draco's cheeks. Draco grumbled, "Mother, I'm twenty years old. I'm a mature Malfoy family head. Don't treat me like a child." But Draco didn't stop Narcissa. Instead, he moved his face closer.

"It's the French cheek kiss. Have you forgotten?"

Narcissa directed the house elf to put away Draco's clothes. "Besides, no matter how old my Xiao Long is, he'll always be Mommy's baby." Draco blushed but didn't refute.

Narcissa then asked, "Did the negotiations at Versailles go well?"

"The Malfoy family's assets in France weren't affected by the Unknowns. The peace talks with the Caroline family went well. After all, we've been allies for so many years. But those old bastards from the Merovins wanted to take advantage of me because I was young. How could they?

Later, when we were drafting the contract, I tricked them. They probably haven't realized it yet. "Draco said proudly.

"You met the third daughter of the Caroline family?" Narcissa teased Draco. "What do you think of her? She's a famous beauty in France.

If you think she's good, you should seize the opportunity. Otherwise, all the outstanding pure-blooded girls will be taken away. "

"Mom —" Draco dragged his words. "Don't worry, I won't find you a mud-blooded daughter-in-law in the end."

Narcissa frowned slightly. "Draco, why are you still so prejudiced?

Although your father doesn't appreciate those mud-blooded wizards who don't have a traditional heritage, it's more based on the social situation. At that time, it was traditional for pure-bloods to look down on mud-blooded wizards. As a great noble, your father had to show it.

But now, with the victory of the Order of the Phoenix, the rise of the mud-blooded wizards is unstoppable.

Your father and I won't interfere with your choice, as long as you're happy. "

Draco shrugged disapprovingly and whispered, "If I really marry a mud-blooded woman, my father will be so angry that he'll kick me out of the position of the head of the Malfoy family."

He drank the last mouthful of lavender tea and snapped his fingers to signal the house-elf to clean up the table. He then got up. "Mom, before I came, my father asked me to take you home for lunch.

Although he didn't say it, I think he missed you so much after not seeing you for three days. "

Narcissa handed his clothes to him and jokingly scolded, "Little rascal, you still dare to make fun of your father." Although she had been in France for three days, she had chatted with Lucius through the double-sided mirror every night.

"But it's time to go back. I've already picked the lavender. I can go back and make it."

Draco put on his clothes and tidied up the documents in his hands. "But before I go back, I have to go to Diagon Alley. There's no more Occamy eggshells. I have to replenish some to make the Elixir of Blessings."

Narcissa waved her hand and asked the house-elf to bring the basket full of lavender that she had packed. "Make it smaller quickly." Narcissa put the small basket in her coat pocket. "Then I will go with you, and then go home together to give your father a surprise."

After that, she walked to the fireplace. When Draco walked in, she sprinkled a handful of floo powder. "Diagon Alley."

The two of them went straight to the place where they sold magic herbs. However, as they walked, Narcissa heard a loud roar. "Evil Death Eaters — go to hell!

Avatar's Life! "

Narcissa turned her head subconsciously and saw a man dressed in rags and acting crazy. He raised his magic wand and pointed it at Draco. A green light rushed straight at Draco.

Narcissa threw herself at Draco and blocked the green light.

"Mom!

Mom — Avatar's Life!

Recover as before!

Heal as before! "

Draco's heart-wrenching cries and the panic of the crowd were ringing in her ears. Narcissa's eyes were blank. The dazzling white reminded her of the white daffodil that Lucius had planted for her in Malfoy Manor.

Gradually, she could not hear Draco's cries or the noise of the crowd.

The last thing that flashed through her mind was: Ah, I might not be able to see the daffodil with Lucius this year.