Upon opening his eyes again, it was already bright daylight.
Pei Ye sat up to find both Liuli and Black Cat gone. He scratched his brows, picked up the book, and went to look for Zhu Gaoyang. Zhu Gaoyang was still confronting Heart-cutting Liuli, clearly yearning for a famous sword.
However, today was different. With a gesture from Pei Ye, Liuli obediently flew down to hover in front of him.
"?" Zhu Gaoyang came over, frowning and tilting his head at him, as if feeling betrayed.
Pei Ye brushed Heart-cutting Liuli to the side and pushed the book onto Zhu Gaoyang's chest, saying cheerfully, "Let's talk for four hours, and you can touch it."
...
Pei Ye sat at the desk, one hand on Liuli absorbing dragon blood, while the other hand held a pen, making shaky notes on a blank book.
Zhu Gaoyang peeked then felt a headache— the correctly written words were so ugly they looked wrong, and the wrong ones were so warped they looked like a new correct word.
