There is no imagined body in the broken coffin, but it is very clean inside. There are only two cloth people, a mother and a son. The mother holds his son's neck, which is very warm and peaceful.

"two cloth people?" Fifth, I pointed to the eyes of the past, Leng Leng said. I nodded and didn't speak. My eyes still fell on the ghost and the child.

"little seven, you mean that this cloth man is that ghost girl. Is there any mistake? How can it be?" the fifth day of the new year called unbelievably.

"the mother and son are sitting on that chair," I said softly.

"mother...