The attic suddenly became eerily quiet.
Outside the window, the sound of oars on the Qinhuai River and distant laughter seemed to come through a thick layer of water.
Zifeng raised his head, his eyes so clear that it made people panic:
"When I was three years old, I was placed at the gate of Qixia Temple. In my swaddling clothes, there was only this inkstone and a note."
She paused and spoke each word very slowly: "The note said: 'Your father was obsessed with this book all his life and died of vomiting blood. Keep this inkstone with you. Don't look for where you came from, it is the Red Mansion.'"
