Footsteps receded into the distance.
In the ancestral hall, only a slender shadow remained.
The Madam of the Yu Family twirled her Buddha beads while approaching her daughter's portrait, lifting her sleeve, and gently wiping off the nonexistent dust on the photograph.
"Shuzhi, Mom has grown old," the Madam spoke to herself, "You are alone down there, all by yourself; Mom really wants to join you."
"But the chief culprit who killed you is still in this world, so Mom can only keep going on. Sooner or later, I will avenge you with my own hands, and then I'll come to accompany you."
Yu Shuzhi was young and beautiful; her pair of black eyes quietly gazed at the Madam, her lips curved in a smile, her gentle appearance was very much alive.
The Madam only felt a sharp pain in her heart, her frail body suddenly smashed against the offering table in front of her, her breathing tight then tighter.
