After sorting out, she picked up the pen and continued writing.
Li Hongyuan stood next to her, observing her write —
"Thank you for your concern. My leg has improved a lot. In a month or two, it should fully recover. By then, riding a horse to visit you might not be a difficult task..."
Li Hongyuan took the brush from her hand abruptly.
Jiang Ning looked up at him: "My hand is dirty."
When he took away the brush, the ink on the tip stained her fingers.
Li Hongyuan put down the brush, held her fingers, and meticulously wiped them clean with his handkerchief, suggesting casually, "Stop writing."
"It's just a reply," Jiang Ning sat unmoved and did not pull her hand away, letting him clean it.
"This Prince doesn't like it."
"You're overthinking," Jiang Ning decided not to get upset with him, because it wasn't beneficial for her.
Her tone softened accordingly.