Until the tune of "Soul Returning Battle Song" was finished. The woman clapped and praised it. Her praise was genuine and unpretentious. Lin Zifeng smiled faintly.
"It's not played very well. Just a superficial attempt. It's not as good as when you play it."
"Yiyah yiyah yiyah~" The woman chuckled and waved her hands repeatedly. Her eyes narrowed into crescent-shaped slits.
Then she wrote on the sand: Very good, in large characters.
"You can write!" Lin Zifeng was first stunned. He had initially thought the woman in front of him wouldn't understand text. Unexpectedly, she knew Chinese.
After all, the woman had a mixed-race face, combining Chinese and Western features. She possessed both Eastern classical beauty and Western flamboyant presence. Her deep-set eyes were especially admirable.
"Yiyah yiyah." The woman happily wrote a few more large characters on the sand.
"Have learned Chinese."
