Qiao Xi quickly walked over.
She bent down to pick up the bunch of eucalyptus flowers in front of Granny Qiao's gravestone, which looked relatively fresh, only the petals were slightly wilted by the sun.
It seemed to be a matter of the past two days.
"Could it be that Grandpa Cheng has returned to the village? But he would definitely call me if he did," Qiao Xi frowned, not being able to contact Cheng Han for a while now, which had her worried.
But considering that Cheng Han was no ordinary person, she suppressed her unease.
Huo Xingzhou and Old Chen exchanged a glance and said, "Maybe a villager put them there, I notice some people in the village are quite enthusiastic."
"Right, Young Madam. Look at the blue eucalyptus trees all over the mountains, it's possible someone picked a couple of bunches."
In September, the eucalyptus trees were still in bloom, clusters of blue-purple petals flourishing.
