Fourth Master was practicing his calligraphy again, and Ye Zao followed suit, writing a few sheets herself.
She had no specific content in mind, so she simply wrote whatever came to her.
It might be a poem, or just a single line.
After finishing his writing, Fourth Master looked over just as Ye Zao was also putting away her brush. Her penmanship was excellent; he nodded after looking at her work and said, "Hmm, don't neglect this handwriting of yours."
"Hmm, your handwriting is even more attractive," Ye Zao said with a giggling smile.
Fourth Master just hummed in response, noticing that she had dirtied the sleeves of his large jacket.
This woman, at times, truly lived at ease.
They washed their hands and faces again before going to bed to rest.
The sound of the rain outside seemed lighter, yet showed no sign of stopping.
Fourth Master and Ye Zao shared a bed, but the times he could let her be were indeed few.
