After receiving Grandpa Jiang's words, Jiang Kechu went to find Wan Chu'er.
The door of the study was open, and standing at the doorway one could see Wan Chu'er's earnest and correct posture as she wielded her brush on the paper stroke by stroke. Jiang Kechu didn't speak but quietly watched her straight back and her movements.
Wan Chu'er finally finished the last character, took a look, frowned, and felt it was still ugly.
Just as she was considering whether to rewrite it, she suddenly felt a gaze from the direction of the doorway. Turning her head, she saw Jiang Kechu standing tall and straight outside the door.
Wan Chu'er smiled, her radiant smile blooming, "Jiang Kechu, how long have you been watching me in secret?"
Jiang Kechu curved his lips and walked in: "For a while now, what have you written?"
Wan Chu'er immediately cocked her head, a face full of pride: "Not bad, right?" Although it was a question, the confidence within was so blunt.
