The old man nodded.
He still said nothing.
Zhuge Yun...
He glanced at Xiao Xiao and the others.
A wry smile appeared on his face.
It was true that the plum blossoms were fragrant.
But...
"Wasn't this plum tree suffering from a serious illness?"
Zhuge Yun explained.
"If it's sick, shouldn't its fragrance have grown much fainter?"
Of course.
That was just his assumption.
He wasn't sure if he was right.
But by ordinary reasoning, his understanding should have been correct.
If a flower's fragrance grew even stronger after it became sick...
Wouldn't people then wish for their flowers to get sick?
That clearly couldn't be right.
"Why should its fragrance grow much fainter just because it's sick?"
Though it sounded a bit like she was picking a fight, the old woman asked with complete seriousness.
That left Zhuge Yun at a loss.
He didn't know the answer to that question, either.
It was just that, according to what everyone knew, shouldn't that be how it worked?
How could the old woman ask him that so confidently?
Zhuge Yun was conflicted.
Wait...
A final rally?
The phrase suddenly came to Zhuge Yun's mind.
He froze.
Huh...?
A final rally?
He took another careful look at the plum tree.
Could it... really be a final rally?
That wouldn't be good.
Though he knew he should keep quiet for now,
he couldn't stop himself from speaking.
"Granny..."
"Has your plum tree always been this fragrant?"
"Or has it only become this fragrant recently?"
He was inclined to think it was the latter.
After all, he'd only noticed the fragrance just now.
If the tree had always smelled this sweet, he would have noticed long ago.
Why would he have waited until today?
The old woman instinctively looked