Seventy-Five Years

When Li Yu was little, he thought nothing of his grandfather standing up from his chair to pay his mother his respects when she entered the room.

Only when he grew up did he learn that, in other families, it was usually the daughter-in-law who bowed.

Little by little, he began to realize that the house he had grown up in might not be as ordinary as he had always believed.

Back then, it all seemed perfectly ordinary.

The story begins on a chaotic night.