It was said that holding the hands of the lucky ones would bring you good luck. And Mei wholly believed in it, just like anyone in the village. With the blessing of such a crash, she stirringly held the new couple’s bathed hands, folded them together and placed them to the middle of her face. That hold of a good moment queerly inserted her body with great courage, energy and spirit. She felt an enlightenment of a holy power of the Goddess of Mercy. Her persistence of the long years of worshiping Goddess at length responded to her. The plum seemed to blossom dramatically. It empowered her to rebel against her nature. Keeping some money from Bing was her very fi rst rebellion ever, and that happened only a few days earlier. Now, what was she afraid of? With a trampled body and a ravaged heart, what should she be afraid of? At last she came to agree on the need for making a change. There seemed no hope, but this miraculous accident just gave her an incentive to create a hope. It helped her rethink of turning a dead end to a rebirth, like gathering her shattered pieces together to form a new shape. Sharing the luck of redness, she began to believe that soon she would be able to earn her own redness of luck.