The sedan suddenly stopped, and the thick and hard bars of the sedan hurt Su Wan's shoulder blades. The noisy gongs and drums outside, separated by a thick sedan curtain, seemed to be covered with a layer of oily paper, pounding on her eardrums muffledly, making her feel panicked. Every bump seemed to break apart her skeleton that had been forced into the red wedding dress. She clutched the cuffs tightly, her nails almost digging into the thin flesh of her palms. There was a very small oil paper bag sewn there, which Yun Niang finally stuffed into her. My mother's withered fingers were frighteningly cold, and her voice was so low that she could only breathe: "Wanwan, stay alive... The only way is to stay alive."
