Xiaoling dropped her shoulders in disappointment and walked toward her study, falling onto her chair. She was told to write letters for communication. She looked at her inkpot, only to find it empty. Nothing was going her way today.
She grabbed her inkstone and started grinding ink. The only thing that kept her mind calm was writing and playing guqin. She hadn't even decided what to write. She just knew she had to write.
Her thoughts were all over the place. She couldn't shake off the last fragments of memory she recovered earlier. She set her ink stick aside and stood from her chair, walking toward the long mirror beside her vanity table on the other side of her room. She stood before the mirror and turned around, slipping her outer coat off.
