"I thought I had heard wrong."
"Maybe Zhu Shi didn't actually call out 'Dad,' just let out the syllable 'ba' without any meaning. Why she would make such a silly noise at this moment was to be set aside for now; it surely made more sense than her calling out 'Dad' to the Weirdo Maker. That was what I had first thought."
"But what happened next was completely at odds with my thoughts. Zhu Shi walked quickly over to us and then bent down to cradle the head of the Weirdo Maker with both hands. The poor man was beyond recognition, with only his face intact and, fortunately, a serene expression rather than a fierce one. However, from the perspective of a bereaved family member, such small consolation could be more irritating than comforting."
"Zhu Shi stared blankly at the head, her expression shifting from disbelief born of an inability to comprehend the situation to disbelief that came with understanding."