After absorbing the waters of the Waterfall Spirit Pond several times, the mimosa surprisingly grew a leaf at a speed visible to the naked eye, emitting a faint green light, shimmering, like truth and illusion.
Qing Xun's expression turned excited, and he softly called, "Jing Jing, is it you?"
However, the mimosa had returned to its peaceful state, standing quietly in the flower pot, giving Qing Xun no response.
Qing Xun gazed at the quiet mimosa, the hope on his face gradually dimming.
He knew that what he hoped for was impossible, yet he couldn't stop himself from holding onto hope.
Qing Rouhen looked at him in pity, gently comforting, "Brother, don't worry for now. Since Sister Jing Jing likes the water of the Waterfall Spirit Pond, why not use it to nurture her? Maybe the mimosa will slowly grow and something magical might happen in the future!"
