'Xiao Han is a professional in her field, highly competent, and has a stable job. On top of that, she's beautiful. As far as he knew, she had plenty of suitors!'
'If she were his daughter, he'd dote on her endlessly! How could he ever be angry with her!'
Han's mother walked dazedly toward the Funeral Master's office. Halfway there, she ran into Han's father, who had come out looking for her.
His face contorted with rage, he slapped her across the face.
"What are you losing your mind for? We can't miss our son's auspicious time! Whether he's a dragon or a worm in his next life all depends on this! A master calculated it! It's said to be incredibly accurate!"
To make this auspicious burial time, they were skipping the traditional wake and sending their son straight to be cremated.
With her son's next life on one hand and the daughter she hadn't seen in years on the other, Han's mother hesitated for only two seconds before silently following her husband away.
