The last time I saw Auntie was in March, at Deng Weiqiu's wedding banquet. That day, Auntie was dressed in red, her face sharp but spirited, her hair neatly combed, and in good health.
But now, just two or three months later, this old lady who had always valued reputation and rules is lying half-dead on the white hospital bed, her hair gray, her complexion ashen, her lips cracked. She couldn't speak, only opening her mouth to make ah sounds, tears streaming down, looking very pitiful.
It was heart-wrenching to look at.
Cheng Su looked away and walked to the window of the ward, looking out. The trees outside were lush, and listening to the faint sound of crying behind her, she felt a deep sense of emotion.
Did Auntie consider, when she venomously cursed her daughter-in-law as a chicken during their argument yesterday, that in the blink of an eye, she wouldn't even be able to speak, let alone curse at someone?
