"Is this not right?" Mu Chenxi looked at her hand.
"Mm." Luo Shangqing stood behind her, his body bending slightly to press against her back, one hand reaching around from her side to hold her right hand, "Do it like this, the thumb presses between the middle and index fingers."
Mu Chenxi's entire attention was on the brush in her hand,
His hand guided hers, stroke by stroke they wrote on the paper: From now on I'll have no heart for the loving nights, let the bright moon descend past the western pavilion.
Because she was following his stroke, Mu Chenxi's writing also had a bit of Luo Shangqing's flair to it, only the strength of the strokes and the experience were lacking. However, for Mu Chenxi, who usually wrote as if a ghost crab scuttled across the page, it was already thrilling enough.
"Write your name on the side." Luo Shangqing released her hand and pointed to the blank space next to it.
