It hurts, as if someone had hit the back of my head with a hammer, a dull pain seeping out from between the bones. Kneeling on the bluestone, the cold moisture crawled all the way up to my waist and eyes, and my whole body was soaked in the ice cellar. Before I opened my eyes, my aunt Lin's familiar voice sounded in my ears - with a hint of ridicule and a hint of nonchalance, "Reflect on your mother here. Without me, I have to discipline and discipline you. A concubine can even spill tea for her elders and spread the word. How can I be a human being?"
