After the two of them wandered around the village for a while, evening was approaching, and it was almost dinner time.
"Jiang Feng, my mom and dad should be done cooking by now, let's head over there first," Mu Yanluo said.
"Okay."
Having seen enough, Jiang Feng felt he had a good sense of judgment and walked alongside Mu Yanluo towards her home.
Mu Yanluo, relying on her childhood memories, searched for her house.
Just then, from a courtyard ahead, came the sound of mourning music, mixed with the sound of sobbing.
"Has someone passed away?"
Mu Yanluo was slightly stunned, wondering how she seemed to catch everything happening.
However, being a native of Long Family Village, despite having left when she was very young, she still held feelings for this place.
The villagers here were mostly her old neighbors, some even distant relatives, so naturally, she felt the need to check on someone's passing.
