Dexter's handwriting was excellent.

Josie still remembered Dexter's childhood days when his grandfather had arranged for the best calligraphy master in Wavery to teach him. The master didn't agree to teach him for money but for personal relationships.

She had once snuck in secretly. Dexter, more often than not, seemed to be daydreaming, as if everything else was more intriguing than the ink and quill pen in front of him.

Seeing that he had no interest in studying, Josie secretly took him out to play.

The teacher was often so frustrated that he was practically fuming.

There was no helping it. Dexter was a prodigy, so even when he was only half as good, he still outshone those who had dedicated over a decade to professional study. And this didn't change even after all these years.

The strokes were as precise as iron etchings and as delicate as silver hooks, displaying a harmony that was as seamless as clouds floating across the sky and water flowing down a stream.

Josie found herself enveloped in an embrace from behind, her right hand held firmly in his. As the pen fell onto the paper, the essence of calligraphy emerged immediately.

calm mind. When the mind isn't at peace, whatever you try to write

warmth. Josie felt a bit uncomfortable and

the prerequisite is Summer's pillow talk. She was still in Rivodia, staying by that person's side. If they were to plot something with Mr. Dalton, who do you think would

silent for

dare to act recklessly.

would undoubtedly be the first one, and Josie knew that, which

knew she had already figured it out, so he didn't press further. Suddenly, he said, "Grape took a tumble this

heart. She immediately turned around and pushed him away. "Is she okay? Is it

retreated a few steps. He glanced at the ink that had spilled onto the paper, a faint smile playing on his lips. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt

the stairs, she stumbled and scraped her knee. It wasn't serious though, after bandaging it up, she continued to play wildly in the courtyard." Dexter found himself almost amused and exasperated as

"Did you sanitize it? Did

of being a mother. The mere thought of it was unbearable

fine,"

a chance to bring her to

suddenly spoke. "Look at

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