The old woman let the old man gently massage her wrist.
Young people really did have strong hands.
Her old bones couldn't take that kind of force.
She and the old man exchanged a glance.
Could this young man... have something wrong with his head?
"Heh, young man, you have a good eye. This is indeed a white plum blossom."
The old man gestured for the old woman to go find their son. He would keep the young man occupied here for now.
"Then why isn't it blooming?!"
The young man's agitated question left the old man and the old woman, who hadn't gone far yet, both stunned.
It wasn't blooming?
"Young man, are you joking?"
The old woman couldn't help turning around to say, "This is a plum tree."
"They bloom in winter, naturally."
"No matter what, they wouldn't bloom in summer."
"I've never heard of a plum tree that blooms in summer."
The old woman muttered.
"Young man, what's wrong?"
Seeing the young man looking so dejected, the old man was quite confused. Then he remembered that the young man might have something wrong with his head, and it didn't seem so strange after all.
He gave the old woman a look.
Hurry up and go!
The old woman nodded and deliberately kept farther away from the young man as she prepared to pass him on her way to the teahouse at the front.
"Ah~"
The young man suddenly cried out in distress, murmuring, "No, no..."
"That's not right!"
The man shouted and woke up.
"Sir, are you all right?"
"Did you have a nightmare?"
The unfamiliar voice startled the man.
He blinked. The familiar surroundings told him that he was in the Xiao Family Teahouse.
He looked