Huhai, within a cemetery.
During the New Year, there are many people coming here every day to burn incense, the scent lingering in the air.
Xu Musen and An Nuannuan, dressed in a crisp suit and a white wedding dress, drew the curious gazes of everyone around.
"Wearing a suit and a wedding dress, they're getting married, but why come to this place? It's so out of sorts…"
"People don't follow so many rules nowadays. Bringing the new wife here to pay respects to the ancestors during the New Year brings good luck, that's what I think…"
Even though modern people no longer insist on wearing mourning clothes to the cemetery and many children are wearing red cotton-padded jackets, Xu Musen and An Nuannuan still stood out.
Yet, the usually shy An Nuannuan did not avert her gaze at all. She held Xu Musen's arm, walked through the crowd, and reached the end of the cemetery.
Xu Musen looked at the people coming and going, listening to their diverse dialects from various regions.
