C59 But We Have to Walk Together?
Lin Xuecha thought for a moment.
She picked up the brush and lit up some ink. On the spotless white paper, she wrote a word that was not ugly, but also not crooked.
After which, he began to recite the knowledge in his mind while writing.
After he finished writing, Lin Xuecha yawned and stretched.
She blew on the ink on the paper, and then took out a book to copy the points of knowledge