Lu Yuque quickly nodded.
The two of them left one after the other, and Lu Yuque turned back and pushed open the courtyard door.
'She knows I've lost my family and is intentionally taking care of me.' This thought flashed through Lu Yuque's mind as she looked into the courtyard.
The yard was clean and tidy, with a small plot a few feet long cultivated in the east corner, growing seven or eight plants that were highly resistant to the cold. Yet, they were all wilting at this time, with withered yellow leaves and root stems bearing dense black spots.
The courtyard seemed to be frequently tended to, yet for some reason, the diseased and dead plants weren't cleared away in time—a clear indication that it had spread.
Lu Yuque walked in and found a large water tank placed beside the flower bed, just as expected. She walked over, lifted the lid, and was stunned at what she saw.
