C312 The Black Sun of the Great Dao Beast

"Ah? How would I know? I water the plants every day, but... it's just to get the job done... I'll go check on them right now!"

Xiaomo hadn't anticipated such a challenge. He scratched his cucumber-like head, feeling a bit sheepish.

Yeh Zhu cast a steady gaze and spoke calmly, "Flowers have their seasons, each with a distinct presence. Spring brings tender buds, summer bursts with vibrant blooms