Li Zhouwei responded promptly, Hu Clan could only nod, watching him return to the desk to grind ink for him, and the child wrote, stroke by stroke, without uttering a word.
She watched the child write characters in neat, orderly strokes, both horizontal and vertical, and for a while, she didn't know what to say.
Hu Clan waited until late into the night, and Li Zhouwei hadn't shifted from his seat at all, showing none of the naughtiness or restlessness typical of children, and even his expression hardly changed while he silently practiced his calligraphy.
Hu Clan stared into his eyes, watching the color slowly change, becoming more dazzling as the sky darkened. An old ape approached and lit a lamp, and the dim yellow glow mesmerized Hu Clan.
She sat until the sky was completely dark, when the old ape came forward, his voice hoarse:
"Madam, please return... The young master should rest."
