Jih Heng and Jiang Li walked to the study.
His study was as always as grim and cold as ever, clashing with his striking appearance. After Jiang Li arrived at the study, Jih Heng did not go inside but said, "I'll go change my clothes first."
His inner garment was stained with quite a bit of mud, and while Jiang Li could wash her hands with water, he had no choice but to change his clothes. She sat down at Jih Heng's desk, where there were some papers with writing on them, probably used by him for calligraphy practice. Jiang Li picked one up and found that Jih Heng's handwriting was unexpectedly beautiful, and the strokes were strong and vivid, quite aggressive.
It resembled him. He did not write poems or verses; it seemed that they were lines from a play. Jiang Li glanced at them and then put them aside.
