The night when Aniang passed away was the Ghost Festival, and the lights all over the city were more beautiful than the stars in the sky. The locust flowers in the yard fell to the ground. Looking up at the moon, it looked like the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by my mother-in-law.
Aru looked at me with cold eyes and a terrifying expression, completely different from the gentle and virtuous she used to be. She said over and over again in a hoarse voice: I curse you to never see each other again in all our lifetimes.
Ruochen, Ruochen, just like your name, you are so clean and beautiful and do not cause dust. I still remember that day when I was sheltering from the rain under the eaves, you handed me the handkerchief and softly called me "girl".
Si Nan hugged me and whispered my name in my ear: "A Chen, A Chen", and I agreed one after another. Tears fell and fell on his clean white shirt.
My Mr. Sinan, my enthusiasm, affection, and heart full of holes all fall on your white shirt, picturesque eyebrows, slender fingers, and the green bamboo bone fan you hold.
I miss someone far away.