In the evening, after dinner, Yun Chi had Little Zhongzi fetch a feather pen for Hua Yan and then dismissed the attendant, personally taking up the task of grinding ink for Hua Yan.
Clutching the feather pen, Hua Yan tilted her head to look at him and, after a moment, uncharacteristically teased, "Red sleeves add fragrance, huh!"
Yun Chi chuckled softly, his cloud-patterned water sleeves lightly lifting and brushing across her cheek, "Once you're well again, you can do such graceful tasks for me."
Hua Yan turned her head and agreed readily, "Okay!"
Her hand was still soft, and her body too weak to muster much strength; she could only partially lean on Yun Chi, who stood beside her, while resting partly on the table. Fortunately, the pen was light and easy to handle—although she couldn't produce calligraphy of profound character, the writing she did manage was still very beautiful.
