1906 I want her to live a life worse than death!

The sunhat, together with the thick mask, covered half of her face. Her eyes could be seen peeking from behind the heavy setup.

Are her eyes real?

Such eyes could not be owned by a normal human being. They were lifeless and hollow, emanating a hellish sense of chill.

Even more horrifying was how badly disfigured the lady was, with hideous scars crisscrossing her entire face, sparing only her eyes from disfigurement. The permanent markings seemed to have been carved using a sharp object.

Who is this lady, and what caused her face to be like this?

Judging from those scars, she's a suspicious character!

To me, she looks neither a human nor a ghost!

Having been guarding this cemetery for years, this was his first time feeling frightened, and it was actually caused by a living being.

The security guard beat his chest in hopes of instilling courage.

"Find this name for me."

The woman repeated her instruction like chanting an ancient, eerie curse. Her voice was hoarse, low, and lifeless.

With a frozen expression, the guard pulled the booklet beside him and asked begrudgingly, "What's the name?"

"Li Qin."

"Does the 'li' come with four strokes in its character, resembling wood, and does the 'qin' have the meaning 'piano'?"

"Yes." The woman nodded in agreement.

"Oh, this name was added not too long ago. Let me see… The twenty-third tomb in the nineteenth row…"

Before he could finish speaking, the woman turned and walked away without a word.

The man stared at her departing figure for some time and then berated under his breath, "What a whack!"

The woman did not go far when she braked abruptly, turned her body around slowly, and panned her insidious eyes in his direction.

The guard was alarmed to see her staring at him. Biting his lower lip unconsciously, he shot her a fawning smile.

…

In the nineteenth row of this cemetery's District Five was the twenty-third tomb.

This tomb, which was surrounded by lush greenery, was newly erected.

Standing in front of the tombstone, the woman could see a black-and-white picture of Li Qin. Underneath the picture, in front of the stone tablet, were fresh flowers and some offerings. The woman slowly knelt as her fingertips brushed lightly over the cold image.

Her eyes squinted as she recalled. 'Nana, you mustn't die…

'You must seek revenge for your mother. I'm full of hate!

'I want that b*tch to live a life worse than death… I want her to be miserable for the rest of her life!'

…

The desperate and hopeless cries reverberated loud and clear in her ears.

The woman silently caressed the picture one more time. The picture had been stained with the cold, early morning dew.

When she left, the fresh flowers on the tombstone were trampled by her feet.

As the guard watched her leave the compound, he muttered under his breath, "Seems that she's mentally deranged—truly worse than seeing a ghost!"

…

Night fell.

Yun Shishi returned from the set, and the family of four had dinner at a western restaurant.

The father specifically chose a French bistro. When Little Yichen heard that they would have French cuisine again, he could not contain his excitement.

"I love French cuisine! Daddy is the smartest and the greatest!"

His brother, meanwhile, looked as if he wanted to throw up.

The young boy had too much of this cuisine. As he learned how to cook, he picked up different culinary skills along the way.