It was their fi rst time to catch a bullet train and her fi rst time to go back to her home village since Ming was a tiny thing in her belly. Everyone in the village believed she was happy and admired her life being married to a comparatively rich Cantonese guy, who owned a house, a car, and a sort of “business”. Most importantly, she had two sons. But nobody knew what her real life was like. She, somehow, felt imprisoned by the false impression behind the hypocritical mask. But being the eldest in her generation, she didn’t want to miss her cousin’s wedding, which would be held in three days.