ed at Lin Jinran and then turned to walk back to where she had been sitting. 。She turned her back on Lin Jinran, lifted her hand painted with bright red nail polish, opened the manuscript she had just...ricately carved wooden box. 。When Lin Jinran took it, his fingers trembled uncontrollably. His eyes were sour and unbearable, but he held back his tears. 。The cemetery chosen for her mother is a rat...