That White Plum Blossom really was beautiful.
Although the man had only managed a few distant glimpses before the teahouse owner and the others "invited" him back inside,
the sense of wonder had lingered in his heart for a long time.
And only later did he realize—
it was summer now. Were there Plum Trees that bloomed in summer?
Whatever the case, that Plum Tree was definitely a rare variety!
Anyone who knew its worth would never sell a Plum Tree like that.
He knew that too.
But the reason he'd shamelessly pretended not to hear the owners' refusal and kept coming back to ask to buy it—
wasn't just because the White Plum Blossom was beautiful and rare.
There was another very important reason: his goddess loved plum blossoms!
White plum blossoms in particular.
If he raised a White Plum Blossom like that at home, he'd definitely be able to invite his goddess over.
At the thought of her eyes lighting up and her looking utterly enchanted, his own eyes shone like incandescent bulbs.
Father Xiao: ...
The young man had thought of something and was wearing a lovestruck expression.
Father Xiao rarely let his tongue get the better of him.
He shook his head, ignoring the fellow lost in his own daydreams, and turned to head for the kitchen.
"Ah, that young man's here again?"
"So early?"
Xiao Grandmother and Madam Xiao were both somewhat surprised, then felt a little helpless. "He sure is persistent."
"It'll only be for a few days."
Father Xiao waved a hand dismissively. "We shouldn't pay him too much mind."
After a night's rest, he'd come to terms with it.
If the man wanted to come, let him.
They couldn't stop him.
But