However, this was not one person's true opinion, so people also uttered a few words in private, no one really took it to heart.
I saw him at the Yang family mansion. The doors of the Yang family mansion were closed. Two red lanterns hung in front of the door, and couplets were pasted on either side. This was a happy and auspicious Yang mansion, yet in my eyes, there were also some clouds.
I looked up at the sky, surrounded by days of bright sunshine, only the Yang house was densely covered, very peculiar.
I walked to the entrance of the apartment, took out an incense stick from my briefcase, lit it with a match, and gently inserted it into the door of the Yang residence.
This allowed me to do so, though I didn't know why they let me.
The blood-red fragrance, faint red smoke repeating over and over, slowly drifted in front of the door, the light scent enveloping my nose.
