Once planted, the blue grass began to emanate icy, frigid mist into the black soil. As soon as the mist dissipated, the plant visibly withered and shriveled until it was nothing more than a clump of dry weeds.
Disappointed, Ye Xi'an pulled it out and brought it back out.
The second she opened her eyes, she heard Bo Jing’s anxious voice. "An'an! Don't just go into your Small World whenever you feel like it. It’s so dangerous for you to suddenly go limp and motionless like that!"
Chapter 187