Chapter 14
Rong Jiahui put her brush on the paper, and the inside of her skull went blank. What should she write? The other had only given a passing phrase about her at the end. If she says too much concerned rubbish, her ego really wouldn’t be able to take it. If she was distant, she would also find it weirdly embarrassing.
After thinking about it up and down, she still didn’t dare write much, only putting down a few simple, polite sentences. In her past life, she hadn’t written characters well for very many years. Now she’s been practicing for a year or two and it’s actually a lot prettier to look at, but… this pretty Zanhua script, resting upon a sheaf of paper stamped with a delicate, light green decorative floral design, for what’s clearly just some extremely common words inevitably
