"I beg you, Mother, please don't let it play..."
Old Lady Jiang looked down at her. "Have you seen clearly?"
She knelt on the ground, tears blurring her vision, clutching her palms without answering.
"I'm asking you," Old Lady Jiang raised her voice and asked again with a heavy tone, "Have you seen clearly?"
She dared not hesitate any longer and nodded vigorously: "I've seen it, I've seen it... Mother," she crept forward on her knees, grasping the edge of the Old Lady's robes, "please don't let it play, don't let it play..."
She was pleading, crying soundlessly.
"Wei'er," the Old Lady bent down, her wrinkled hand touching her face, wiping away the tears, her voice finally softening a bit, "Don't blame your mother for being heartless. If you don't wake up painfully now, you will suffer for a long time in the future."
She choked up, blurting out, "It's my fault, I shouldn't have—"