"This village is quite beautiful."
Qin Gengyun and the others walked into Wind Bell Village, and saw that the houses were arranged in an orderly fashion, with flowers and trees planted in every courtyard. Wind chimes hung from trees and doorways.
The wind blew and the chimes sounded, crisp and pleasant.
Both Xu Caihe and Zhou Ling'Er were amazed, and even Liu Su couldn't help but praise repeatedly:
"Miss, this village is different from those on our side."
She was referring to the villages at the foot of Cyan Lotus Mountain, which mostly consisted of simple cottages, lacking this kind of romance.
At this moment, a man approached and, seeing the group, was taken aback. His eyes swept over everyone except Qin Gengyun and Lan Yin, then he showed a look of surprise and hurried forward:
"You all aren't from nearby villages, are you? Are you passing by our village?"
