To accommodate this fake Chinese woman, Tangze had not chosen anything like cursive script, whose characters were especially difficult to make out. Instead, he had gone with relatively neat semi-cursive regular script. After studying it for half a minute, Ura Shiran finally managed to understand the two lines of writing, only to reveal a puzzled expression.
How should she put it? Nothing seemed wrong. She could recognize every character, and if she savored the words carefully, they even conjured a certain image, fitting her simple impression of what couplets were supposed to be.
Yet the gentle, soft smile on Tangze's face instinctively sent a chill down her spine.
How should she put it? Ever since witnessing how this man had survived under her gun, even though he appeared completely unaware of her true identity, Ura Shiran had subconsciously regarded him as an enemy, feeling that every move he made harbored ill intent.
She wanted to observe a little longer and make sure of the situation before responding, but the looks Tangze and the others around them were giving her made it difficult to remain silent.
"What is it? Is there something wrong with my handwriting, or is there something you don't like?" Tangze shook the two strips of red paper in his hand. "I spent a long time finding suitable paper for this. It's a little hard to find such long strips of writing paper in Japan..."
Ura Shiran's eyelid twitched. Meeting everyone's gazes, she could only force herself to speak first. "The writing is very good. Your Chinese characters are beautiful, far better than those of most Japanese people I know. The paper is beautiful too. I was so taken by it that I nearly froze."
Before figuring out what the other party truly meant, she could only praise