Do not forget..

I had an older brother, father, and grandfather. 

Even though we were not related by blood, they were the only ones I had considered my family.

Older brother is annoying sometimes--no most of the time, but he always protected me. Father is stern but he likes to joke around too. Grandfather as well. Sigh, I live with such 3 immature men, maybe this is why I grew up like this. An unrefined impolite girl, no man would ever want or marry...

I miss them.

I hate them for leaving me. No, I hate those that killed them. I hate all of them.

I wish they never existed. The jiangshi. 

If only we hadn't taken shelter there, at that damned inn. I told them it wasn't a good idea to stay. Now look, they are gone. If they only listened, they...they would still be here. 

They need to disappear, the jiangshi. They are nothing but useless baggage. Those wretched creatures. This world is already plagued with death, we do not need anymore of it. Not when they still exist.

I thought I'm finally doing something, but now the idea seems foolish to me. Exorcize all the jiangshi? It sounds like a child's dream. There will be more, ...there will always be more..... Those damned things.

I say I hate them, but what am I doing right now? ...Traveling with jiangshi right now? Ha. I think I'm going mad. My hatred still boils, but it is a relief that I'm good at hiding my true intentions. Father always said I needed to stop putting up faces. But look how far I was able survive Father. If you let people know how you truly feel, it leaves you vulnerable and that is what makes you weak. And that...was your mistake. 

Every morning, before the sun rises, when they rest, I can't stop fighting the urge......the urge to make them disappear.....Just glancing at them make me want to unleash all my anger, my hatred. I just want this journey to be over. But I must stay with them until I'm done with them.

But they...
 
No....! 

I don't care if they are different from the stupid mindless ones. I don't care if they can converse.....or even remember their past. 

A jiangshi is still a jiangshi. They will always fall to their insatiable hunger. ...Even if one tries to fight against it. 

I don't care if one is trying to find a reason to live again....it's futile. But why do I feel pity...? Why..? Why? I can't feel this way. 

Remember. Remember. I hate them, I hate them, I ha--

//////////// "Yin-feng, are you alright?"

Yang stood before her with a concerned look. "You've been staring in the distance for some time. Is something bothering you?"

Yin-feng suddenly snapped back to her senses when he stood before her looking worried, despite his usual stoic expression. 

She quickly jumped up. She smiled at the sight of him.

"Oh! Don't worry I'm fine Yang-ge! Hahaha!" She walks and rushes past him.

"Wooo! We should go Xuxu is waiting for us near the village. Because oof, I'm starved!"

As she walks away she hums the usual tune she always plays. The only thing keeping her sane from the constant cacophony in her mind.