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The sky gradually darkened.
The candlelight flickered, casting long slanted shadows of the mountain peak bookstands across the long table. The ink, not yet dry, reflected a white glow.
"I always feel like I'm missing something..."
Xu Yuelong looked at the fine print on the recommendation letter, reviewing every word and sentence to ensure the phrasing was correct, yet the sense of something amiss lingered.
"Strange..."
He picked up the previous comparisons with Ran Zhongyi and Xiang Fangsu.
The content and form showed no difference.
Listing merits, abilities, adding some words of praise—it was the usual way of writing a recommendation letter or a petition for acknowledgment of one's achievements. That's how it should be done.
Yet, when it came to Liang Qu, it always seemed lacking in completeness.
What exactly was missing?