"What happened?"
The memory of what occurred chilled Chunhua's blood and it made her mute for a moment. Unsure of how she was going to tell it to her Uncle Yang.
Her little heart pounded for a moment.
Sweat started forming in her hands.
If she said a word, would Uncle Yang be alright?
Didn't he seem much stronger than he used to be before? Even Chunhua noticed the subtle changes in how the man conducted himself. But a certain fear gripped her heart at the imagination of losing both her mother and someone who just arrived back in Chunhua's life.
She didn't want anybody else to be gone.
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All of these fears that made Chunhua tremble were strange.
She was a young child who had been used to seeing supernatural things from such a long time ago.
