Daohua and Xiao Yeyang stepped out of the shop to see a girl in white mourning attire walking past on the street.
"What's with this girl? Even if there was a death in the family, she shouldn't be parading around the streets in the New Year like this. Isn't this deliberately unsettling people?"
The owner of the neighboring bookstore saw her and disapprovingly commented as he stood at the doorway.
Soon, others joined in.
"That girl seems to be heading toward the Zhuang Residence."
"The Zhuang Family is celebrating a joyous occasion today. Her presence might bring them bad luck."
"I recognize that girl. She's the Zhuang son's sweetheart. Just you wait, there's going to be quite a show."
As soon as these words were spoken, a burning flame of gossip lit among the bystanders, and even Daohua pricked up her ears.
Seeing this, Xiao Yeyang shook his head in some resignation, "Why are you so interested in these boring street matters too?"