As she sat there with the blue smoke of the incense curling round her and the book in her hands, she began to feel resentful towards her brother, her sister-in-law, even towards Lin Pei-shan, who was always-as happy as a lark.

• 于是对着那袅袅的藏香的青烟，捧着那名贵恭楷的《太上感应篇》，她开始恨她的哥哥，恨她的嫂嫂，甚至于恨那小鸟似的林佩珊。