The papers were in a mess all over the floor, filled with words.
Most people would write freely when practicing calligraphy, writing things that they were familiar with. Usually, they'd be poetry. After all, even children could memorize things like the three tang poems.
At this moment, the charm of ancient poetry from China was fully displayed.
Gu Xiuxun was squatting on the ground and looking for the continuation to the Memories of the Past at Red Cliff, but when she randomly came across another piece, she'd be drawn in after reading one line.
They were really too resplendent, filled with charm, like sipping on great wine!
The masochist instinctively started to pick these pieces of paper up and even smoothen out the creases made by Sun Mo, placing them carefully.
