My husband who liked to keep prostitutes and concubines died in a brothel. Because I was greedy for his family's wealth, I stayed a widow for him for two years. Also on the anniversary of my late husband's death, I placed melons, fruits, incense candles in front of his grave and began to mourn. But I heard a voice coming from behind the tombstone: "Madam, you seem to be crying at the wrong grave."
Why can't I see the back part?