The scene shifts to the sound of cicadas outside. The scorching sun blazes, the ground like a steam basket, making it hard for people to breathe.
Inside the house, an ice basin is placed; she wears a thin shirt. She's packing her luggage.
"Whenever father went on a long journey, mother would always prepare clothes, dried food, travel expenses..., all sorts of small things added up to quite a lot."
"I know your subordinates are reliable and will prepare everything for your trip, but I still have to do my part."
"I'm not skilled at needlework, can't make clothes, but I made socks for you. They're for wearing inside, and it doesn't matter if they're ugly. Every stitch is filled with my regard."
Her tone is gentle and soft.
"This package contains jerky bought from a shop outside."
"This is a peace charm, given to me by a Daoist I met on the road some days ago. He claimed it was fated to be with me."
