Thursday, 29 December

Fo the past few days my spirits have been in chaos. I could not concentrate when I was reading. If it the case I am ill? Or I am old? Perhaps I really need to take a rest, something which I could not delay any further.

I received a letter from my son-in-law, Zhuohui, saying sister Ying had passed away. Bochou was quite good to her. She was also very hard-working, and helped her husband build his business and family. Little mother[1] was helped by her daughter and lived peacefully to the end. I was also grateful to her. I immediately wrote to Zhuohui.

[1] This might suggest sister Ying was a concubine.