"Forget it! I don't need your help! It's more sincere if I copy it myself." Tang Xiaobai's expression turned cold, and she started writing again on a new sheet of paper.
Although her handwriting wasn't great, she still had self-respect!
Li Mu mulled over the word "sincere," feeling somewhat conflicted.
Did she want to be kind to anyone she saw as pitiful? Had she even met him? Was she really going to copy the text for him? And insist on doing it herself?
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. His voice faded as he spoke again: "In that case, Ah Xiao shall take his leave."
After speaking, Miss Tang looked up at him, her eyes indicating she had more to say, but in the end, she waved him off without another word.
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At night, after an acupuncture session, Li Mu listened with closed eyes as Attendant Deng Liao reported on the Dragon Boat Festival blessings.
