Yang Fan looked at the enthusiastic woman, feeling a bit hesitant inside.
He didn't want to accept wedding gifts from a graveyard.
But he was also worried that rejecting them might anger these people.
The rotting fox from earlier was nowhere to be seen; maybe it had transformed and was hiding among these people.
After hesitating for a moment, Yang Fan said, "I'm just a passerby. Other than offering my congratulations, I didn't bring any gifts to celebrate. It feels inappropriate for me to accept a return gift from the hosts, so I'd rather not intrude further."
The woman smiled and said, "What does it matter? You're a friend from afar. Just receiving your congratulations has already brought great honor to us. The gift should still be taken, though; please don't dislike it. It's part of our custom."
The other party was being overly polite.
Since Yang Fan couldn't decline any further, he could only say, "Then, thank you very much."
