The next day was Qingming, and at dawn, a light drizzle began to fall. It was like the ancient saying: "During Qingming time, rain pours in mounds, and people on the road are overcome with longing."
Ye Huang had originally planned to bring his new wife to the graves to visit his parents this year, but when he thought of Bai Xiao's injury from just two days ago, he decided against it.
He got up early and personally prepared the offerings for the grave visit.
Joss Paper, fruit, fresh flowers...
He wasn't a superstitious person, but he had learned all kinds of preparations for Qingming.
Because, in this life, he would no longer have the chance to show filial piety to them, and could only comfort himself with these superstitious practices.
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The rustling sound of the rain finally roused Bai Xiao. She checked the time and saw it was already eight o'clock, so she got out of bed and went downstairs.
