Jiangli glanced around and asked, "Is this the village chief's house?"
Xia Xin was peering inside, "It should be. Let me go and ask—"
Jiangli nodded.
Xia Xin ran up the stairs, and just as he reached the door and was about to knock, it was opened from the inside.
A woman in traditional attire appeared, around fifty-something, with a touch of grey at her temples, but perhaps because she had lived in such a good environment for years, her skin didn't show much aging, without many wrinkles. Her eyes were large but lacked brightness.
They appeared grayish, and her otherwise youthful face had a hint of an ageing demeanor.
Upon seeing Xia Xin, she was momentarily stunned, as if startled.
Xia Xin quickly greeted her, "Hello, we are tourists from outside. We heard that the village chief's house offers lodging. May I ask, is this the village chief's house?"
