Being Alone

Gu Jiao never anticipated that, after spending her past life studying hard for exams to get into university, postgraduate school, then the doctoral program, she would have to start from the basics in her new life in an area she had the least proficiency in - Chinese calligraphy.

Gu Jiao was feeling utterly dejected and defeated.

Even if she did have a beauty by her side who was an absolute feast for the eyes, she didn't want to learn calligraphy. No, not at all!

"Let's start with your name," said Xiao Liulang.

His voice was somewhere between that of a teenager going through puberty and that of a mature man. Rather than sounding like the awful croak of a drake, it had a refreshing baritone quality.

Feeling absolutely helpless, Gu Jiao silently watched as he wrote her name on paper.

Unlike the sloppy signature she had scrawled on the consent form for the surgery, this time her name seemed more tidy and elegant.

Yet Gu Jiao still didn't understand.