Cheng Su’s head buzzed, and in her ears, the old monk’s words persisted, "You’ve come this time by your own will; there’s no need for detailed inquiry."
Coming this time, coming this time!
Cheng Su suddenly had a realization and came to her senses, but when she looked up, the old monk had vanished without a trace. She hastily stood up and looked ahead, barely catching sight of a dark red corner disappearing at the junction between train cars.
She lifted her foot, wanting to chase after him, but after taking one step, she stopped and sat down again.
If the monk had wanted to say more, had wanted to guide her, why would he have left?
If he had already guided her, why would there be any reason for him to stay?
Cheng Su gazed out the window, lost in a daze.
Will what’s lost ever return, and should one never readily give up?
...
Mother Qi was agitated, depressed, and panicked these past few days.
Because Father Qi had not come to fetch her home as she had hoped. Instead, her belongings in the old house were mounting.
Mother Qi had a fear that she would end up living here for good, alone until her death. No, perhaps even if she died and began to decay, nobody would know.
On several nights, she dreamt that people were standing beside her bed, looking at her and cursing, and those people - weren’t they the ancestors of the Qi family hanging in the hall?
Whether it was a dream or reality, she couldn’t tell.
Thinking of this, Mother Qi shuddered. Looking once more at the dilapidated old house behind her, she felt even more frightened and instinctively backed away a few steps.

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