Xia Fang looked at the cherry tree in the courtyard with heartache. There were a lot of memories attached to this tree. Her mother did not leave behind much and only this tree could still bring back many happy memories for her.
"Can this tree survive?" Xia Fang asked Qiao Mei.
She knew that Qiao Mei was very good with plants. Under Qiao Mei's guidance, the orchids at home were blooming nowadays. When the weather was good, she would bring the orchids to the living room to admire them.
"The tree will definitely survive, but if we don't stop the water from flowing out, everyone living here will not be able to survive," Qiao Mei said helplessly as she looked at the bubbling fountain on the ground.
Actually, those people did not dig up the groundwater just now. It was Qiao Mei who had loosened the soil to stop them from being able to continue digging. However, she did not expect the water to flow out continuously like a fountain.
