She's been chasing us all the way down the mountain.

On the way to the mountain, the famous daughter-in-law followed her all the way down with a dress, red on her face, and the man walked with a short bag, staring at her, looking at her with a warning, the light in the dark of the hill, pushing the door, the hair, the breath, and she took the door back to him, staring straight at him, the man was silent, stretching his hand close to her waist, breathing on her neck, shaking on her golden body, holding his hand to his collar and pulling it closer.