She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 263

She had run over and hugged Caspian, looking at his red, bruised, and bleeding hands, completely convinced he was going to die.

Terrified, she sobbed and begged him not to leave her.

He had been so gentle back then. He had softly patted her head, promising he wouldn't die and that he would still bring her treats.

But from that day on, she took her calligraphy practice far more seriously. She pushed herself to meet Dobbs's strict standards so she wouldn't starve. That way, Caspian wouldn't have to get beaten for sneaking her food...

"Hey! Miss!" Seeing her hesitate, Master Marr assumed she just didn't know how to use a brush. He gave her a goofy grin. "It's fine, it doesn't matter if your handwriting is ugly. It's just to leave a number."

Hulda snapped back to reality, silently cursing herself. Why was she dredging up the past out of nowhere?

Despite her lingering trauma regarding calligraphy, she took the brush.

Under Master Marr's anxious urging, she leaned over the low table.

The soft tip of the brush lightly touched the rice paper.

Every stroke was executed with steady, practiced wrist control.

The noisy, chaotic Match Hall gradually fell silent the moment Hulda's brush began to move.

The rich, warm scent of sandalwood filled the air, accompanied by the low, elegant melody of a zither playing in the background.

In front of the low table, the beautiful, poised young woman leaned over, writing with effortless grace.

Hulda held the brush lightly, using a traditional single-hook grip rather than clenching it with all five fingers.

Her strokes were perfectly centered, the ink distribution flawlessly even, the force of her movement biting deep into the paper.

Every line was unhurried and precise.

Even someone who knew absolutely nothing about calligraphy could tell she had years of rigorous training.

Valery and Wade exchanged a glance, both seeing the same astonishment and awe mirrored in each other's eyes.

Wade, in particular, was a calligraphy enthusiast.

Watching Hulda hold the brush with such ease, her wrist suspended perfectly as she wrote...

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