Most of the items in Song Lian’s room were relics of Master. Over the years, they had been picked off and sold one by one by my fellow apprentices, so I never imagined Song Lian would have bought them back.
Among these objects, the one that had accompanied Master until her death was this porcelain pillow adorned with magpies perched on branches.
I stared at the colored glaze, as if I could hear Master’s voice teaching me.
Chapter 17