At 10:30 in the evening, the lights in the Provincial Museum Cultural Relics Restoration Room were still on, hanging like a lonely ghost in the corner of the building. Shao Wen held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, pressed the badly broken piece of jade from the Western Han Dynasty on the table with his left hand, and held a repair knife as thin as an embroidery needle in his right hand. His eyes widened, as if he was determined to fight against this broken stone.
