"Yes, Qin'er wrote it!"
Li Zhiwei nodded gently.
After hearing that, Jiang Xiaobai's expression grew a little stranger.
The reason was nothing else-the handwriting on this paper was... rather hard to describe.
Indeed, the characters were crooked and uneven, rising and falling all over the place.
In some places, the brushstroke seemed to have barely begun before flying off the very next instant.
In others, it looked as though the stroke had forcibly doubled back halfway through, leaving everything crammed together.
No matter how he looked at it, it bore no resemblance to a woman's graceful, delicate handwriting.
Li Zhiwei clearly saw what Jiang Xiaobai was thinking and volunteered, "Although Qin'er's handwriting is... not particularly pleasing to the eye."
"She really does possess genuine talent and learning!"
As she spoke, Li Zhiwei paused before continuing, "Teacher has been making Qin'er practice her handwriting all these years."
"But that's also why Qin'er still doesn't really want to go home."
"Oh?"
Jiang Xiaobai raised an eyebrow, a little surprise entering his gaze. "Just because of handwriting practice?"
"More or less."
Li Zhiwei said helplessly, "Whenever Qin'er goes home, Teacher is fine with everything else, but the moment he sees her handwriting, his expression always turns a little odd."
"Later, Teacher even prepared copybooks specifically for her and made her copy them every day."
"But Qin'er simply has no patience for that sort of thing."
"As time went on, she became increasingly reluctant to go home."
"..."
At this point, an image involuntarily surfaced in Jiang Xiaobai's mind.
A normally cool, aloof young woman, forced by Lin Fengshuo to sit at a desk practicing her handwriting, her brows knitted and reluctance written all over her face...
Imagining it, he found the contrast oddly striking.
Still, Jiang Xiaobai did not dwell on the matter,