"Wen Xuan, where is the Three Character Classic you were copying?"
In the quiet classroom of the private school, Mr. Yu glanced at Yun Wenxuan, who was daydreaming during the lesson, and asked with a gentle smile.
Snapping out of his trance, Yun Wenxuan hurriedly pulled his gaze away from the window and hastily retrieved the Three Character Classic he had been diligently copying over the past few days. He scrambled to his feet and rushed to Mr. Yu's desk. "Mr. Yu, here it is!"
"You've done well—your handwriting is becoming more refined. However, there are still a few mistakes."
Mr. Yu glanced over the sheet of rice paper Wenxuan handed him and nodded approvingly, though his tone remained lighthearted.
"Oh, I'll make sure to correct them!" Wenxuan lowered his head, his voice muffled with determination.
"I noticed you seemed distracted today. Is there something troubling you?" Mr. Yu asked kindly.
"Mr. Yu, my Aunt Shuang is getting married!"
"Well, isn't that good news?"
