Indeed.
He had been right.
The old woman really did know that woman.
Wonderful.
A delighted smile spread across the middle-aged man's face.
"Mm."
The old woman sounded a little wistful. "I finally remembered."
"Thanks to Student Xiao mentioning Keke's name."
"Jin Ling... Keke... So it was her."
"I always called her Keke's mom back then. When I heard Jin Ling, it sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember who she was right away."
"That girl, Keke, too."
"I'd almost forgotten her full name."
I'd always just called her Keke, Keke.
"Wasn't it?"
"When Keke's mom died, everyone in the neighborhood felt sorry for her."
"Keke was still so young."
"That poor girl cried so hard back then."
"Of course. Her mother died so young. What was that girl supposed to do?"
"Who knew whether her dad would bring home a stepmother for her?"
"And whether that stepmother would treat her well?"
"Mom."
The middle-aged man interrupted the old woman's rambling. "Where did they live?"
"Was it around here?"
"They used to."
The old woman's answer made the middle-aged man pause. "What about now?"
"They moved."
"They moved several years ago."
The old woman shook her head. "I don't know where they went."
"Ah..."
The middle-aged man looked disappointed.
Xiao Xiao sighed inwardly.
As expected, things weren't going to be that simple.
But had the girl stopped coming up the mountain to pay her respects because she'd moved away?
It wasn't like it was the old days anymore. Wherever she lived, she could come back to visit the grave if she wanted to.
Besides, the girl hadn't just missed a year or two.
It had been six whole years.
And it wasn't just the girl. In all that time, no one had come to burn even a single