After My Parents-In-Law Died, I Was Embroidering a Human Skin Family Portrait

People in the village praised Li's daughter-in-law for her filial piety - the night her parents-in-law died suddenly, she knelt in front of her body and sewed mourning clothes, with stitches as fine as tears. Only I know that the background fabric of the "family portrait" on the frame is showing the blue spots on my father-in-law's neck, the wrinkles on my mother-in-law's cheekbones, and my husband's unclosed eyelids. Every time the silver needle pierces an inch of the enemy's skin, a flower of bloody embroidery blooms in hell. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.