As the winds blew strongly, Yong'er turned around with tears in her eyes. "Mother? What's wrong?"
Yushu forced a smile and replied, "Nothing much. It's just the wind."
The wind suddenly subsided. Yushu looked up in suspicion, seeing an upright figure standing above her, blocking the wind off. A cliff was situated in front. The man stood there as his sleeves were lifted by the wind. The snowflakes fluttered about. Although he stood near her, he seemed ever so distant.
"Mother? Mother? What's wrong?" Yong'er called out to her desperately, seeing that she was in a daze.
Yushu, knowing that she had wandered off emotionally, turned around and said, "It's nothing. Yong'er, pay your respects to your father."
The child opened his eyes wide and said, "I already did."
Yushu nodded and threw the last bunch of hell bank notes into the furnace. She bowed three times and stood up.
