She wondered if she could produce such handwriting if she grew a few years older.
But she soon shook her head, thinking that it was probably impossible to surpass her father's writing.
"My cousin is truly remarkable," Lin Qianqing praised. "Grandmother says everyone in our family is exceptional, and it really is true. My cousin has a rare talent."
Yue Rujing detested this pair of cousins who loved to sing each other's praises, snorted, and instructed the craftsmen to make some extra compartments for storing medicine bottles.
Meanwhile, Gu Youyou followed Jin Ziyuan to an inconspicuous and quiet alley across the street.
"How come you are in Beijing?" Gu Youyou asked in surprise once they were alone.
"I have something to ask you," Jin Ziyuan said.
Gu Youyou's expression became serious as she waited for him to ask.
"Last time, on the outskirts of Lingnan's snow mountain... were you picking Snow Lotuses?"
It was obvious, Gu Youyou nodded.
