Inkstone Condenses Emotions

Shen Yanzhi never thought that the celadon inkstone heirloomed from his family would become a sharp blade that could tear apart the facade of life.​ The red mole that suddenly appeared behind his wife Su Manqing's ear, the woman with no facial features in his daughter's painting, and the figure lingering at the secret door of the wine cellar late at night all made him glimpse strange cracks in the remaining ink in the inkstone. When he discovered that "Su Manqing's" blood type was inconsistent with the car accident record three years ago, the inkstone suddenly buzzed, and the ink reflected a strange woman in a blue shirt - a cinnabar mole at the corner of her left eye, which was exactly the same as the mole between her daughter's eyebrows.​ The diary in the secret room of the wine cellar reveals an even more shocking truth: "She is imitating my smile, but she doesn't know that I never use my right hand to hold a knife." On the payment slip on the attached page, the name "Azhi" stung Shen Yanzhi's memory - she was the mute girl his mother said he had been engaged to since childhood.​ The new girlfriend brought by my cousin actually looks very similar to "Su Manqing", and the silver plum blossom button on her cuff fits perfectly with Lan's loose one. When the two broken inkstones were put together, the blood beads condensed in the ink pool finally appeared: some people secretly changed their identities, some tampered with their memories, but what was sealed in the inkstone was always the sincerity that transcended deception.