"Hai Dongqing, what is he doing?"

Lu Anran muttered in a low voice, only stopped for a moment, and a drop of black ink fell from the brush in his hand, soaking the handwriting on the rice paper in two, frowning, and scrapped.

He put the brush down, glanced at the door, and finally said, "Come in." ”

Squeak –

The door was pushed open, and Qinghuan ushered the person in.

He was dressed in black, with a sash on his shoulders, and his hair was haphazardly tied back at the back of his head

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