"Since I borrowed your paper, I gifted you three characters in return." Xia Wanyuan's eyelashes curled, and the sunlight cast a glow in her eyes.
"I can't tell." Jun Shiling stared intently at the three words on the paper. As he was also somewhat proficient in calligraphy, he could tell that the strokes on the paper had their own unique charm and vigor. It was a rarity.
Jun Shiling looked deeply into Xia Wanyuan's eyes and finally nodded, revealing a look of certainty.
"It's well written."
"Thank you for your praise." Xia Wanyuan's smile widened.
"Old Master, what do you think?"
Unknowingly, Old Master Jun had woken up and was standing by the window, looking at the two of them.
"What opinions can I have?" Old Master sighed deeply. "Ah Ling's parents passed away early and have been alone since young. I am already old, I don't even know when I am going to…"
