Suizi crumpled the discarded paper into a ball.
She also shooed Yu Jingting and the two kids out.
And continued to concentrate on her writing.
She was copying the Heart Sutra by hand, planning to have it fashioned into fan ribs at the Glass Factory and to give it to Jinnan the next time they met.
The ethereal swordswoman Jinnan, with such a fan in hand, would be perfectly matched.
This kind of calligraphy took too much time; not even a single stray thought could be entertained.
The time she freed up in the afternoon was spent entirely on this task.
And she paid no attention to Yu Jingting.
Yu Jingting squatted by the window, having munched through an autumn pear and now chomping on a large radish. Jiaojiao hummed a tune as she passed by, then backtracked.
"Brother, your face is written with melancholy. Did my sister-in-law chase you out?"
"What does a little wench like you know?! It's not like I even want to play with her!"
