The next morning, mist and rain were hazy.
The paper crane flew mid-air, creaking and swaying like a drunken sailor.
"What's wrong? Saying you want to go back so early in the morning and yet looking so gloomy?"
Tao Fengnian stared at the dispirited Jiang Yuebai, asking with concern.
Jiang Yuebai sighed deeply, recalling last night when Wanniang smashed the phoenix crown, smiled, and passed away, and Hong Tao, a seven-foot man, pounded the ground and wept bitterly.
Wanniang's words, "In the next life we won't meet", and Hong Tao's heart-wrenching wails still echoed in her ears.
"Grandfather, do you think the Great Dao should be emotional or emotionless? Why does Wuwei Mountain Man say the Great Dao is emotionless, yet Brother Hong..."
Tao Fengnian, thinking about how he saw Hong Tao from afar at the workshop this morning buying a coffin, roughly guessed what had happened.
