After interrogating the fake Father—Guo Zheng—Jiang Baimian drove Shang Jianyao back to Central Square via North Bridge.
At a glance, she saw a smear of white.
In addition to the snow that had yet to melt, there were also white bed sheets hanging from different windows, chalk marks on the walls, and plain white cloth tied high above the door leaves.
In Weed City, this meant that a relative of the corresponding family had passed away.
Although Weed City had more supplies than most wilderness nomad gathering points, ordinary families were unlike the nobles; they couldn't bear to turn their precious cloth into funeral clothes and tie them into white banners. They could only use all kinds of alternatives. Therefore, there was such a custom.
A bone-chilling wind blew past, and a large amount of white fluttered, filling the entire city.
Jiang Baimian wanted to sigh, but she couldn't say a word after opening her mouth.
