That day, he was hidden beneath the clothes of an old lady, and watched with his own eyes as the heads of his relatives fell one by one to the ground.
He saw his father, who once doted on him, shouting, "Injustice! My Canglan Country has never betrayed the Tang! If I die with a grievance, I will not accept this!"
A flash of the blade, and his father's head fell to the ground!
He saw his mother, whose head was severed amid her crying and shouting.
He saw his brothers and sisters falling one after another into pools of blood...
He witnessed the Decapitation Officer's ferocious smile!
He remembered it was noon when the execution started, and by the time it ended, dusk had already fallen...
He couldn't remember how many heads had rolled on the ground; he only remembered their unwillingness, their grievances, their anger.
