"Remember the big dead locust tree in the courtyard of the academy? That spring, the ivy growing around the tree path was exceptionally lush and green, but that winter, the locust leaves fell very early!"
"The green vines will also dry up."
"After removing the dead ivy, new shoots sprouted from the dead wood the following spring!"
"The dead wood actually never dies!"
"Actually, I have never told you the true secret of the last stage of this mental method, "the dead tree blooms into spring". We will see the result in March next year." Leng Cangxin slowly closed his eyes as if he had fulfilled his lifelong wish.
Mu Xueling hugged him in confusion, her eyes blank.
The world is as quiet as usual, except for the shimmering yellow leaves, falling one by one.