On the morning of the second day of the first lunar month, it is customary to perform ancestral worship. Yan Luoxi barely slept last night. She got up early to prepare offerings for the ritual, planning to visit and pay respects to Li's mother at the cemetery.
She came out of the kitchen with the prepared offerings, yawning constantly, so tired that she couldn't keep her eyes open.
Yanling bounced downstairs from the second floor. Seeing Yan Luoxi's dark circles, he joked, "Yo, since when did our family gain a giant panda?"
Yan Luoxi glared at him irritably, only then noticing that he was dressed in a very formal little suit and white shirt, his hair slicked back, looking every bit like a little gentleman.
And following him was Li Yeqi, dressed identically and with his hair also slicked back. As the two of them descended the stairs, they looked like gentlemen from the Republican era stepping out of a painting.
Yan Luoxi was momentarily stunned.
