Now Yang Yaoer didn't say anything.

Xiao Yi didn't care. She had fewer words when she spoke, and she was dumb most of the time, like a piece of wood.

He couldn't help but remember the messages reported by his subordinates. It turned out that she had been locked in the yard since she was a child, sitting in one place without moving. No one was talking to her during the day, and only when he was at night, Yang would say a few words when he returned home and held a bowl to deliver food to her. If it weren't for this, she would probably be mute until today and could not speak a word.

"Look, your name is written like this." Xiao Yi put his pen and wrote the two words "Yaoer", with a square shape.

Yang Yaoer moved then. She dipped her fingers in ink and then drew on rice paper. But her fingers were not very obedient, crooked and could not draw well.

Seeing this, Xiao Yi stuffed the pen between her fingers.

But Yang Yaoer couldn't even hold a pen. She was like holding a stick, just holding a pen randomly.

Xiao Yi hooked her thin and soft fingers and corrected them one by one.

“Let it go like this.”

After working so hard for a while, I don’t know whether Yang Yaoer can hold a pen or Xiao Yi.

But Xiao Yi's hands were full of traces of ink.

The ye Courtyard is cold, but the Hanchun room is as warm as spring.
Chapter completed!