Tang Fu's question changed the atmosphere at once.
The wind died. The rustling of grass and trees vanished, and the birds fell silent.
Yang Sheng stared straight at Tang Fu, her heart shaken by an absurd thought: Did she know everything?
But if she knew, why did she still come?
Wasn't she afraid of dying?
All kinds of doubts filled Yang Sheng's mind, yet no matter how she thought about it, she could not understand.
Everyone knew the saying: a gentleman did not stand beneath a crumbling wall.
Jiang Ning's expression remained utterly unchanged.
When Auntie Tao heard that, the arm she had been reaching toward Tang Fu stopped. Her smile became even kinder. "Why would you think that, Auntie?"
Yet that kindness sent chills down Yang Sheng's spine.
Tang Fu considered it, then said wisely, "Because today is Lingling's fifth seven. You liked Lingling so much, so of course you came to visit her, right?"
The corners of Auntie Tao's lips curved upward. The unsettling expression vanished, and she smiled silently, as though she had suddenly returned to the days when her daughter was still alive. But that expression lasted only an instant before disappearing.
Her facial muscles twisted, becoming numb once more. "Lingling dreams every day. She says, 'Mom, I'm so lonely. No one plays with me.'"
Auntie Tao murmured those words repeatedly. Her heart had clearly turned to ashes, yet there was still a sliver of hope mixed within it.
Even Yang Sheng, who had dared to watch horror movies alone on DVD at midnight when she was in elementary school, was creeped out by that utterly numb expression.
She's insane! Yang Sheng concluded. There was something wrong with the woman's mind.
Tang Fu, standing on the rocky platform, tensed all over like a cheetah, ready to