Standing outside the door was Song Jing.
Ji Huan was surprised, but at the same time, not entirely.
"Wait for me a moment."
Before he could speak, Ji Huan rushed back into the courtyard, took the copy of *Selected Works of the Times* from the bookshelf in her room, ran back to the main gate, and handed it to Song Jing.
"I've been busy lately. I just finished copying this in the last couple of days. I hope I didn't delay you."
Song Jing took it, tucked the lantern under his arm, and casually flipped through it.
"No delay…" He stared at the script in the book, which was completely different from her usual style. His expression was hard to make out, but his voice held a hint of pleasure. "This is very thoughtful of you."
Ji Huan knew what he meant, but she said nonchalantly, "I use this script for the books I copy for the bookshop too. If the style is too unique, customers will have a hard time just reading the words, let alone paying for it."
