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The "myriad glimmers of colored glaze" here refer to the vast and boundless blue waves of water.
A beautiful name, fitting well with her appearance and temperament.
"Fine, I am willing to try," the man nodded firmly as he met her gaze.
"Even if it costs you your life?" Mu Qingli didn't shift her gaze, continuing to look into his eyes.
Mu Qingli's question was rhetorical, yet the man replied with the tone of a declarative sentence, "Even if it costs my life."
Mu Qingli nodded slightly, took out paper and pen from her bag, and started writing on the table with her gaze lowered.
The man looked up.
On the paper was written: three maces of fragrant citrus peel, five maces of sweet pine, four maces of grass cardamom...
The writing was forceful enough to be seen from the back of the paper, regular small script, each stroke clean and decisive. It's said that handwriting reflects the person. Indeed, a glance confirms it.