But... Mom, you don't know. You're wrong, terribly wrong. The Lins, in my eyes, are nothing but a pack of dirt dogs! What am I, Lin, afraid of a pack of dirt dogs,Outside Beijing's southern suburbs, at an unnamed cemetery, Lin knelt before a nameless tombstone. With an emotionless expression, he set the yellow paper in his hand alight and placed it in the brazier.,The person beside him frowned and, after turning his steps, rushed towards the forest.。