บท 269: Actually Injury Recuperation, Not Childbirth Confinement

After playing chess, Wen Xinya was chased back to her room by Old Mr. Mo to rest. She had no choice but to return to her room reluctantly.

After covering her blanket and lying down for a while, Wen Xinya felt uneasy and flipped a couple of times on the bed. Finally, she removed the blanket, got off the bed, picked up the book titled "Essays from the Pool of Dreams" that she frequently read, and started flipping through it.

As she flipped, Wen Xinya saw that in a few areas that were hard to understand, there were annotations with round, elegant, thick, and neat regular script.

Sharp, yet round and vigorous; bending internally, yet round on the outside; varying strokes, yet uniformly coordinated. The style naturally permeated from the beginning to the end of every single line written, looking like strings of pearls, radiant and energetic.

It was Si Yiyan's handwriting!