The same book, "The Chronicles of Emperor Yin," still occupied their attention.
On its title page, a line of characters danced vividly, their strokes as dynamic as dragons soaring and phoenixes swooping, their vigor penetrating the paper.
This inscription had been freshly penned not long ago, the ink still stark against the page.
—May he live to see the great era of Great Xia in his lifetime.
Yu Xiheng paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on these words before falling into silence.
Feng San, unable to fathom the man's mood, dared not speak.
After a while, Yu Xiheng shifted his gaze away, his voice carrying a cool warmth, "She's returning to Northern State tomorrow?"
"Yes," Feng San replied after checking the schedule. "It's the end of the month. Northern State No. 1 Middle School is about to start, and Miss Si will join the crew for filming after reporting in."