
Inkstone Helps the World
About This Novel
On a snowy night as cold as a knife in the twelfth lunar month, a baby was abandoned outside the cold iron gate of an orphanage. The faded floral swaddling clothes and a "I'm sorry" as light as falling snow are the only vague tenderness between him and his bloodline. From then on, he had a name - Lin Yan. The dean said that the inkstone is silent, it can grind ink and hold ashes. In the orphanage with high gray walls and endless chill, the word "Lin Yan" became a prophecy of his destiny. Porridge and pickles are daily life, half a piece of bread is a luxury, and bullying and neglect are the norm that are more harsh than the cold winter in the north. He was like a real stone inkstone, silently bearing the dust falling on him... But survival is instinct, even in the humblest life. In the gaps of despair, kindness like starlight occasionally shines. When the "endurance" reaches the limit, do you choose to be an inkstone that passively bears ashes forever, or sharpen your own, completely different edge in the cold and harsh reality.
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