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At night, a candle flickered, and Gu Youyou was writing something under the light.
Xiang Chun was grinding ink for her and had just brightened the wick.
She turned her head to look and thought that the characters Miss Gu was writing were very strange, not like the ones other misses wrote, but rather like some peculiar symbols.
Curiously, she leaned in and asked, "Miss Gu, are you writing? These characters are so strange."
Gu Youyou spoke softly, "These are a different kind of characters, hmm, consider them symbols for now."
"Miss Gu can write so many kinds of characters, that's really impressive," Xiang Chun genuinely praised.
After Xiang Chun had brightened the wick, she covered her mouth and yawned.
Gu Youyou lifted her head to look at her, then glanced at the night outside.
It was getting late, Jin Zijin should be arriving soon.
She said, "It's getting late, you should go rest."
