Huang Ying frowned for a while, feeling a bit guilty: "I can't remember where I saw this handwriting."
"It's okay. This is handwriting, not a person's appearance. It's already impressive that you find it familiar," Jiang Ning consoled her, "Take your time. If you can't remember, it's not a big deal. I can always find out."
"Master, perhaps I'll remember after settling my mind."
Huang Ying smiled, "Let me focus on my work, and my mind will settle. I'll help you wash and change your clothes."
"Alright."
Jiang Ning hadn't slept all night, hadn't bathed, brushed her teeth, or changed her clothes.
Huang Ying worked methodically and attentively.
Jiang Ning didn't dare disturb her, so she stayed quiet.
Not until Wenzan and Lingzi came running, did the quiet room suddenly fill with the children's chattering and the sound of them running around.
"Mother," Lingzi hugged Jiang Ning's leg, "Mother, take me to see father."
"Oh? What makes you think of your father?"