Mo Junhua glanced over and made his way to the desk, pulling out a piece of paper from those written on by Lan Tian. He started to practice copying the characters on it. Mo Junhua still remembered these characters; he had copied them before as well. But after going to the battlefield where the conditions didn't allow him to keep practicing his calligraphy, those characters, which he had painstakingly memorized, slowly faded from his memory.
After practicing on two sheets of paper, Mo Junhua set down his pen and approached Lan Tian, who had just emerged from the bedroom. With worry in his eyes, he asked, "How are you feeling? No problems, I hope?"
"No problems," Lan Tian shook her head, "You sleep outside tonight."
After saying this, Lan Tian went to the shower to bathe. Mo Junhua looked towards the bedroom for a few seconds, then grabbed a quilt from the bed, and sat on the sofa, lost in thought.
