The ink wouldn’t move.Lin Xiuying sat on the cold floor of her small apartment in Chengdu, knees drawn to her chest, staring at the sheet of white rice paper spread before her.It had been there for three hours.The inkstone was ground. The brush was wet. Her hand should have known what to do.But the paper remained untouched.Blank.Like her.Three days ago, she had been Lin Xiuying, one of Sichuan’s most promising young ink painters. She had a fiancé she had loved for five years, a best friend she trusted like a sister, and a confirmed place in a prestigious spring exhibition in Tokyo—the biggest opportunity of her career.Now she wasn’t sure she had any of them.It had happened so quickly.She had gone to Jian’s studio early that morning with jianbing from the street vendor he loved. His door was unlocked.Before she entered, she heard laughter.A woman’s laughter.Familiar laughter.Li Mei.Xiuying had pushed open the door.Her best friend since university was standing there wear
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