After setting up the meal, Baili An held a bowl of rice and glanced at the Heart Clearing Technique copy that Su Jing had just made.
Although the handwriting was not as precise as when taught hand-in-hand, he finally managed to write every word recognizably.
Baili An was deeply relieved and satisfied, feeling a sense of achievement as a novice teacher.
He picked up a piece of chicken leg and placed it into Su Jing's bowl, smiling: "I was only gone for an hour, and you managed to copy the Heart Clearing Technique, very good."
Su Jing held the bowl, staring at the chicken leg inside, somewhat lost in thought.
When he lifted his head, he met Baili An's gentle gaze; the flickering candlelight, combined with such a pair of eyes, made his clean face captivating and pure.
Born without knowing how to discern beauty, Su Jing's heart was slightly tumultuous at this moment.
