A grapevine may be insignificant to a young lady of noble birth, but for Li Xueyi, it was a matter of great importance.
Growing a fruit tree from the outside world in the underground was exceptionally difficult.
There's simply no space for it to survive.
Even with space, without sunlight, it couldn't possibly live.
Yet, this grapevine was an exception, bought at a high price from a Li Tian clan member who came from the outside, carefully nurtured, and it surprisingly thrived.
However, during her absence, the wind changed direction in her garden, and out of seven grapevines, six died.
This was a heavy blow.
This feeling is something those enjoying the grapes beneath the clear moonlit skies outside could never empathize with.
In the northwest corner, there stood a small garden.
Initially, the garden had some flowers, but now they were all withered.
Originally there were seven grapevines, six died, and the matured grapes turned directly into raisins hanging on the vine.