"Suizi, shall we get him drunk so he will spill the truth?"
Wang Cuihua suggested.
Suizi was silent.
Wang Cuihua's heart ached suddenly.
Only then did she remember Tiegen, who used to drink at home, was no longer with them.
The overwhelming sorrow was fleeting, but the dull pain caused by the loss of a loved one could prick your nerves unexpectedly and remind you that the person you loved most was no longer there.
"When Jingting comes back, he will have plenty of opportunities to drink with mother. We shouldn't focus on that now." Suizi interrupted Wang Cuihua's sorrow.
Wang Cuihua didn't know whether to mourn her son or her daughter-in-law. She always felt that Suizi was somewhat delusional, refusing to accept the fact of Tiegen's death.
Could this be the onset of hysteria, as the elderly used to say?
Suizi always spoke with certainty, her attitude unswervingly resolute.
This strange behavior worried Wang Cuihua. Was Suizi going mad with grief? Was she becoming hysterical?