**
Mai Xiaomai paused to watch the excavator at work for a while, then walked towards the Zhan Family.
The pace was much slower than usual.
In the past, when she walked this road, she had strong purpose, without much regard for the surrounding scenery and people.
Now, walking alone without any urgency, she discovered that this old street was truly great, even the plaques on the doors of each house had considerable historical significance.
As she walked, she suddenly felt as if someone was following her.
She turned to look back and saw a tall man walking behind her, dressed as a Hui Muslim, his face covered with a white veil, leaving only his eyes visible, with no discernable features.
Upon seeing those eyes, she had a strange feeling of familiarity.
The man lowered his head slightly upon seeing her turn back, avoiding her gaze, and turned to walk away.
"Stop!"
Mai Xiaomai shouted loudly at him.
As soon as she shouted, he quickened his pace instead.
