In fact, Mu Lin had destroyed quite a few herbal plants in the past when she was young.
Looking back now, these herbs never required much of her attention. She only needed to occasionally tend to them during dry spells.
After all, this is a forest, a fertile, expansive forest.
Gong Muxue just listened with a smile and remained silent.
Not wanting to say anything that might upset Gong Muxue further, Mu Lin said, "Mom, I'll get something. Let's pay a visit to father."
"Alright." Gong Muxue nodded, watching Mu Lin's retreating figure with a faint smile playing at her lips.
In fact, God still favors her, doesn't he? At least, He left her daughter behind.
Mu Lin turned around, went upstairs, collected the items she and Gong Yu had bought for Mu Jue, and set off.
Here rests the mentor Mu Jue, paid respects by his disciple Mu Lin.
Standing in front of the tombstone, Gong Muxue looked as akin to a statue, her feet felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
