Shen Ningning paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yes."
The mad scholar turned his head, and only then did the little girl get a clear look at his face.
He had a refined, scholarly, and well-proportioned face.
Although his hair was messy and his clothes disheveled, his entire being exuded the crisp, clear air of a true scholar.
Though thin, his posture was as straight and tall as a pine or bamboo.
The mad scholar's eyes darkened. "I have no silver to give you."
Shen Ningning's smile was sincere, her eyes sparkling as if a handful of tiny stars had been scattered in them.
"It's okay, it's a gift for you!" 'Besides,' she thought, 'I can just buy another brush.'
The mad scholar stared at her, unblinking.
When the child smiled, she had a cute dimple, and her eyes were clear, innocent, and bright.
His gaze shifted, and he noticed the Thousand Character Classic and the Three Character Classic inside her open bundle.
