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When I helped my sister out of the secret room, she kept pressing her left hand on her heart.
The hot cloth label touched the palm of my hand - it was an old thing placed with the booklet in the middle of the crabapple wooden box left by my mother.
Three days later, I found a yellowed group photo hidden in the bottom of the box: my mother Yan Ruqing, the "father" Gu Shenzhi called me, and a third person with a blurry face.
On the back of the photo is my mother's handwriting:
"He thought the book was a key, but it was actually a lock. It's time for the locked things to wake up."
But Ajie never spoke again since that night. She just rubbed the cloth label day and night, occasionally writing some intermittent words on the paper:
Page seventy-three... Is empty. But they don't know that blank is the beginning.
