A gust of autumn wind blew, causing the leaves to ripple, oscillating in concentric circles. The wind carried with it the faint, unique fragrance of chrysanthemums, refreshing the spirit.
Xiang Wei, seeing Yueyao's serene expression, no longer wished to press further; she would naturally learn what she needed to know when the time came, "Miss, the wind has picked up, let's go back inside!"
Yueyao did not go back but listened to the rustling sounds of the trees. After a while, Yueyao finally returned to the study, but she did not practice calligraphy or read. Instead, she copied scriptures. Whenever Yueyao was restless, she would start copying scriptures, a process that brought her peace.
