An Unexplainable Regret!

"Sit," he said.

The two of them immediately sat down at the edge of the stone terrace.

Luo Wen leaned casually against a nearby boulder. "First thing today: write things down. Each of you, write down everything you saw, smelled, and felt just now. Don't rush to chase right or wrong. First make clear how you judged things at the time."

Ning Xiaohe immediately opened the wooden case, drew out paper, and took up her brush. Lu Chi fumbled as he pulled out his recording paper, his movements rougher than hers. The moment the brush tip touched down, he nearly tore through the page.

Luo Wen saw it, but did not remind him.

Sure enough, after writing a few lines, Lu Chi felt something was off. He frowned, turned that sheet over, and found a new one.

Ning Xiaohe wrote more slowly, but very steadily. She even listed wind direction and layers of scent separately as two entries.

Luo Wen stood beside them, watching with lowered eyes, then suddenly asked, "Do you usually keep records?"

Without raising his head, Lu Chi said, "In the border army, we sometimes had to write patrol-line notes, but I didn't write much."

"So your handwriting looks like it's fighting."

Lu Chi's ears instantly went red.

Ning Xiaohe said softly, "I used to record medicinal properties with my grandmother, so I can write a little."

"Mm. Your writing is all right," Luo Wen said. "Keep practicing from now on. Records aren't written to look nice for other people. They're so that when you turn back to them months or years later, you can still understand what you were thinking at the time."

Lu Chi said in a muffled voice, "I'll practice properly from now on."

"First make today's sheet clear, then we'll talk."

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