"My grandfather dropped out of school when he was young because of poor family circumstances, always relying on odd jobs to make ends meet," she said.
"One day, as Grandfather returned from carrying goods to a neighboring village, darkness had already fallen. The mountain paths were serpentine and deserted, frightfully urging him to quicken his pace. But the load on his back was heavy, slowing him down."
"While passing a curve by the mountain, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him, as though something had been following him all the way."
"There's a saying in my grandfather's hometown: one must not look around or turn back while walking at night. So, Grandfather never dared to look back, only bearing his heavy load and marching forward."