"Lingxiao, take a break."
Lin Xianjing brought two bowls of sweet soup into the room. Seeing Lingxiao still focused on writing Nanyue characters, she couldn't help but sigh. It had to be said that Lingxiao was quite gifted, learning much faster than she had when she first studied the language. But once she started, she never stopped.
Lin Xianjing was fine; after all, she only had to speak, and Lingxiao would handle the memorization while she kept her company. But this person wouldn't stop for even a moment. She had only just found the books on the Nanyue language, and Lingxiao had immediately begun translating them character by character, as if possessed.
Chapter 89