Bai Yu copied the text until late at night. Her hand moved with muscle memory and produced beautiful handwriting of the original body’s. But because she was originally not used to writing Chinese characters, it still took her longer than it should.
“It’s a bit difficult, probably because my wound was just healed,” Bai Yu said sweetly the next morning when she brought the copied text to her mother.
“Your fingers are still not fully healed?” Yue Mei was soft on her daughter as always.
“It’s not much, but some movements are a bit difficult.” She had to use that as an excuse since there were many more events that Bai Yu would have to go through while she was still uncertain whether her skill was on the same level as the original’s or not. If she used her hand as an excuse, then she would have a backup plan in case something went wrong. Though actually, her hands had completely healed.