The night grew deeper.
As Jiang Xiaobai wrote, becoming increasingly absorbed, Tang Ningshuang walked in from outside.
Seeing Jiang Xiaobai writing, Tang Ningshuang did not disturb him. She simply stood beside him and read what was on the paper.
At first, Tang Ningshuang only glanced over it casually.
But as she read on, her expression gradually grew serious.
Especially when Jiang Xiaobai reached the Three Kingdoms portion, Tang Ningshuang's gaze became utterly transfixed, and she fell completely silent.
Time ticked past, until the only sound in the room was the scratch of his brush against the paper.
Before he knew it, when Jiang Xiaobai finally set down his brush, it was already deep into the night outside.
Jiang Xiaobai rubbed his wrist and was just about to stand when Tang Ningshuang's voice sounded beside him. "You... how many stories did you write?"
Gasp!
Jiang Xiaobai jumped. Only when he looked up did he discover Tang Ningshuang standing beside him, watching him curiously.
"When did you come in?"
Jiang Xiaobai did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Scaring someone like that could frighten them to death!
"A long time ago!"
Tang Ningshuang answered, her gaze resting on the papers on his desk. "So, the stories you wrote are..."
"Oh, four."
Jiang Xiaobai explained, "They're called Dream of the Red Chamber, Journey to the West, Water Margin, and Romance of the Three Kingdoms!"
"Then..."
After hearing that, Tang Ningshuang's voice clearly wavered a little. "Could you write some more of the one about the Three Kingdoms?"
"I..."
Tang Ningshuang paused, her expression full of anticipation. "I really want to read more..."
"Sure, but... let's leave it until tomorrow!"
As Jiang Xiaobai spoke, he stood and stretched.
Indeed, it was already very late, and after writing for so long without a break,