Under the soft glow of the lamp, both the large and the small figures were practicing their calligraphy seriously.
Hua Lei tiptoed to the doorway of the study and quietly asked Qiao Lan, who was standing guard in the outer hall, "Has the Young Lady finished practicing her writing yet?" The prepared late-night snack has gotten cold.
Yueyao had given orders that, when she was practicing calligraphy or painting, nobody was allowed to enter unless summoned, a rule put in place for fear of disrupting her thoughts.
Qiao Lan made a sour face, "Not yet!" Normally, practice would only take an hour, but today she hadn't come out even after nearly two hours. Qiao Lan wondered how the Young Lady could be so absorbed in practicing her writing that she often forgot the time.
