C896 Curse

The heart is like glass.

Jinxi quietly sat in front of Yekang's desk. She held a plain brush in her hand and quietly practiced writing.

On the ancient Xuan paper, there was no lack of soft silk that gently dropped the word "Ding."

Steady, calm, composed.

A few days ago, she had prepared the food in the Imperial Residence for Gubai Feng to bring her over, but she missed it