In an office.

A fair-skinned, very sven young man is practicing calligraphy with a brush in his hand.

Go with your heart.

Four words, written in thin gold font, in one go.

After writing, he put down the brush, admired himself, and sighed, "It's really a good word, a good word, even if Song Huizong is alive, it's just that, right?" ......

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