Idiot thought about it and had to agree. The leaves of the plant in front of him had already turned yellow, and its once upright stem was now bending. It seemed that the continuous rain was really about to rot its roots. It might attract harmful insects once it died, so it would be better to remove it now.
With his mind made up, Idiot decided to deal with the plant before leaving. As his hand touched the leaves of the sapling, which normally would retract instantly upon contact, there was no movement at all. It appeared it really was at its end…
His rough hand grasped the Dulan Tree. The frail and powerless sapling seemed unable to escape its fate of death. But just then, little Bread, lying in bed, let out a murmur.
"Ugh…"
