Hualai Garden, though a complete villa area, was also divided by class; plots closer to the front were much cheaper. The Mu Family's villa was in the very first row. The further back the location, the more expensive it became. By the same token, the people who lived in the back were of an entirely different status and social rank from those in the front. Madam Fu, the elder, lived in one of the back rows.
She used to run around the man-made lake area; this was her first time visiting this garden.
Perhaps because she had arrived early, other than the chirping of birds, there was no one else in the garden.
Mu Qingli closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then began jogging lightly.
Just then, a voice carrying a drawn-out tune yet incredibly melodious wafted through the air with a vintage vibrato embellishing the exquisitely beautiful melody.
The sound seemed to halt the passing clouds, and even the swimming fish surfaced to listen.