After Mr. Zhang left, Wangshu returned from the study and told Ling Hua that Cui Yanshu was still replicating the work and probably needed another hour to finish. Seeing that it was not yet dinner time and the sky was still light, Ling Hua simply decided to rest in her room first.
An hour later, Cui Yanshu laid down the final stroke, slumped into the chair, and showed a face full of exhaustion. "I'm dead tired."
He had never experienced such a relentless day of non-stop calligraphy. His wrists couldn't even lift. He suspected that later, when he drank with Yan Qing, he'd have to ask Han Feng to pass the wine to his mouth, since both his wrists, which he used for writing, felt utterly useless.
