Why did she write the word "Jiao [1. Jiao means charming]"?
He could almost imagine that in a few years, when the little girl grew up, how could the word "Jiao" compare to her?
Zhou Linghuai suddenly recalled the scene of the little girl's petite body being wrapped in his arms like a bean pod. His grip on the teacup tightened.
It wasn't until a chill spread across his wrist that he lowered his head to take a look. Only then did he realize that he had unknowingly spilled the tea in his hand. The tea had accidentally wet his sleeve, and even the rice paper on the desk was wet.
Zhou Linghuai took a sip, put down the teacup in his hand, and laid out the paper again. He picked up a brush and began to practice his semi-cursive script. He practiced with sheep wool bristles and his strokes were continuous. The words were wild, but the calligraphy was messy, majestic, and unrestrained.
