Just wait.
One day, she too would become a person who everyone looks up to with envy!
Mu Qingli had just pushed the door into the bedroom and saw Fu Lanshen practicing calligraphy at the desk by the window.
Hearing the noise, Fu Lanshen stopped writing and looked up towards the door.
"Uncle Qi, you're still awake?" Mu Qingli looked at him in surprise.
"Couldn't sleep, so I decided to practice writing for a while," Fu Lanshen continued to focus on his calligraphy.
Mu Qingli walked over and saw the characters on the paper, her eyes shining with admiration.
Indeed, the handwriting reflects the person.
Fu Lanshen's calligraphy was fluid like the clouds and smoke, executed in one breath, with the momentum of a sweeping army.
Every stroke and flourish was filled with an unrestrained dominance.
After finishing the last character, Fu Lanshen set his brush down and looked up at Mu Qingli with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Would you like me to teach you?"