Xiao Xiao shook his head slightly.
"Grandma only took care of the plum tree in the usual way."
"This plum tree was the one that had done well for itself."
"Not only did it survive, it grew so beautifully."
"I see..."
Old Mu sounded a little disappointed.
And a little unconvinced.
Could ordinary methods really nurture such a splendid White Plum Blossom?
This wasn't some legendary paradise, just the courtyard of an ordinary home...
"You could talk to my grandma."
Xiao Xiao smiled.
"Maybe she can tell you more."
"No, no."
Old Mu waved a hand. "It was just a sudden thought."
It wasn't as if this was the first time he'd seen this White Plum Blossom.
Why had he only now thought of planting one in his own courtyard?
"I can barely find enough time to carve as it is."
He didn't have any extra energy to care for a plum tree, either.
"Besides, I think..."
Old Mu paused. The White Plum Blossom stood in full bloom before him, a sight one could never tire of. "It'd probably be hard to grow a second one like this."
"This White Plum Blossom has grown so beautifully..."
Old Mu sighed. "Perhaps it's grateful to your grandma for saving its life."
It was a miracle that would be hard to replicate.
Old Mu used a somewhat exaggerated word.
In his eyes, this White Plum Blossom truly was a miracle.
Xiao Xiao's eyes curved with a smile.
"Maybe."
Old Mu shook his head.
With some effort, he pulled his gaze away from the White Plum Blossom.
The old man turned around.
His back to the flower.
"Ah, I'll have to work hard."
Old Mu's sudden declaration left Xiao Xiao puzzled.
"Grandpa Mu?"
Old Mu laughed heartily.