Xie Xi came to the door that day wearing a beautiful white dress, her delicate leather shoes stepping through the muddy village, stopping in front of the door covered in dirt.

The knocking on the door had a rhythmic quality, breaking the silence of the village afternoon.

My mother opened the door.

She stood behind the door.

Slightly furrowing her attractive brows, her innocent and pure eyes met mine through the tangled dirty air.

She raised her head, her fair fingers pointing at me.

"I'm taking her away."

This was the first thing I heard from Xie Xi.