"It's still early, just finish grinding the ink," Qu Tan'er said atypically, seemingly not in any rush.
Maybe she actually focused on grinding the ink for Mo Liancheng, or perhaps she was trying to wear down Mo Jingxuan's patience. When someone gets agitated, it's harder for them to find what they're looking for. Occasionally, her bored gaze would still drift to the nearly completed ink painting on the desk, but the more she looked, the more familiar the scenery in the painting seemed, as if she had seen it somewhere before. Wait a minute... damn it, was Mo Liancheng painting her Snow Courtyard again?
Does he like the Snow Courtyard that much?!
Before long, she noticed that Mo Jingxuan was getting restless.
Only then did Qu Tan'er leisurely step out of the study.
About a quarter of an hour later.
