Ye Jiu returned to her room, picked up her writing brush, and dipped it in ink to write several chapters, only to tear them all up and begin again.
Although she had learned many characters under Ye Changsheng's tutelage, her calligraphy was extraordinarily poor; the characters she wrote were a black, illegible mess, barely worth looking at. So, it was better not to embarrass herself by showing them to anyone.
In the end, she abandoned the attempt to write with a brush and took out a pencil from the Dimensional Space, sharpened it well with a pencil sharpener, and then began writing carefully.
Once she had finished writing, Ye Jiu looked at her work and was extremely pleased. She then folded an envelope, inserted the letter, and sealed it closed.
Indeed, building a good relationship with Luo Ranran had been the right choice. Looking at these items, whether it be the various educational tools or the quality of the paper, none could have been made in the ancient time.
