The story of Zhao Fulin and her family as they flee for their lives.
“I've had a letter of divorce drawn up. Come, put your thumbprint on it.”
He stared at the line on the paper: “I now willingly draw up this letter of divorce, permitting her to remarry as she pleases, with no dispute ever to arise.” His Adam's apple bobbed as if he had swallowed a piece of red-hot coal.
“You'd take my child and marry someone else?” His voice was hoarse, like a whetstone scraping against raw iron. “I don't want this. I won't agree. I...”
“In life, you're mine; in death, you'll be my ghost. Don't even think about leaving me!”
“Sister, if you're going to marry again, why not choose me?”
“I may be young, but I'll treat you and the child well.”
Zhao Fulin looked at him, stunned.
“Sister-in-law, my brother is gone. Please look at me instead.”
Seeing his still-youthful face, she hesitated.
