C32 A Sandalwood Fan
But this was not the time to laugh. Xu Shaoyin picked up a sandalwood fan that had been lying on the corner of the table for some time, and gently opened it. There was a band under the bright red pendant, and on the ancient yellow surface of the fan was a pattern of hollowness and hunger, and if one looked carefully, one would see that it was a pattern of people, insects and beasts