The teacher must be a teacher, right?
Su Yan thought for a while,
"No"
With a soft voice, answering seriously.
The man next to her listened, his dark pupils glanced at her profile.
The next second, his right hand grasped her hand holding the brush, pulling her entire body into his embrace, his other hand leaning on the table, raising his hand to lift the brush.
After a while, four neat characters appeared on the rice paper.
But different from his previously slightly sharp and majestic style.
This time, the characters written were clean, deliberately restrained, every stroke and line.
"Want to learn?"
A harmless voice sounded in her ear.
Su Yan looked at the neat characters on the rice paper and nodded
"Yes."
The moment she nodded, he once again took her hand and rewrote the four characters, Xuanyuan Yonghao.
"Learn these four characters today, practice carefully."
The four characters, Xuanyuan Yonghao, have many strokes and are difficult to write.
