Holding the cold tombstone, Fu Yusheng pressed his wrinkled face against it. It seemed that this was the only way he could hug his wife.
A low and light voice came slowly. It was filled with sorrow and longing. It blew into the distance with the wind.
"I missed you so much. Every day, I would think about the day when I would finally find you. I kept thinking about what to say to you when we met. Would I have the courage to say anything?
"I wondered if you had already forgotten about the man called Fu Yusheng. Did you hate him so much that you wanted to cut him into pieces to vent your anger?
"I was waiting. I've always been waiting. If you wanted to beat me up, I wouldn't even retaliate. I'd gladly take it. Red Plum… Xueqing, my wife… Come and hit me and scold me…"
