""It's good to take this thing!" Ran Yan swiftly pulled out a yellow sheet of paper from the stack of books on the table, compared its size and texture with the letter, then picked up a pen and copied the content without looking up, telling Liu Qingsong, "Stall Lady Dongyang! Just for the time of half a cup of tea!"
Liu Qingsong vaguely understood her intention, replied with a sound, and ran down the stairs.
Ran Yan didn't deliberately mimic the handwriting in the letter; she just altered her own handwriting to transcribe the content, then dipped her brush in cinnabar and copied the seal script.
Due to her work habits, Ran Yan did everything with the precision of an anatomist: one cut down with absolute accuracy, no going back, even when she learned to paint, each stroke had no extraneous lines. And although she lacked an artistic cell, she had been practicing the human body structure by continuous copying; thus, tracing a seal script was not a problem for her.
