Cheng Nuo handed over the copy of the "Thousand Character Classic."
Shiqi took the "book"—which was made of sheets of paper folded and bound together with paste at the edges—with a confused expression. He flipped through it casually, his gaze lingering on the elegant, flowing handwriting.
Cheng Nuo’s question was phrased as a query, but her tone was certain: "You can read, can't you?"
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