Uncle Jiu once told her that the sky of the dead is the lid of the coffin. She now understood why Uncle Jiu looked like that when he died. Why could he not hold his breath when he looked at the childish little girl in front of the bed? She feels that there are some things that you cannot change and that everyone has to let nature take its course or compromise, but some things are too natural and smooth, making people suspicious. It's like those people want to be honest, so they have to show it to them. Who doesn't want to be in trouble with themselves?