“When writing, the most important thing is patience. You can do it with ease and flow.” Her grandfather used to say.

She picked up the brush from the penholder. Although she hadn't written anything in many years once the brush touched the paper she drew by instinct.

Some skills, once acquired, one doesn't forget in their lifetime.

After writing, she placed the pen on the inkwell and looked at the rice paper.

“Are you troubled?” She heard a voice behind her. Lin Meng turned around and saw her grandfather standing behind her. She nodded.

Why was he awake at this hour?

“Sleep comes less as one grows older,” Ouyang Yu read her thoughts and answered. His eyes swept over the rice paper.

“Add more strength to the strokes on this word.” Ouyang Yan looked at the word seriously and said to Lin Meng.

This girl, since childhood loved to play, never showing much interest in calligraphy.

It was because Xiuhui was too strict with her, making her learn piano and painting. She learned everything. Xiuhui had a lot of expectations from her, forgetting the fact that she was merely a child. She forced her to learn these skills against her wishes.

It was her whim that bought Lin Meng to the study. Except for Xiao Ning, no one else in the house spoke to her.

She couldn't speak after the trauma, making it difficult to communicate with the family.

Her aunts were busy, grandmother disdained her very presence, she herself stayed in her room to avoid meeting her.

She could never accept the contempt in grandmother's eyes.

After five years, everything that she was once familiar with, had become strange.

“Learn to let go and solve your problems. Even if you close your eyes, the problems won't disappear,” Ouyang Yan said to her and then walked over to the desk.

“Come over and grind the ink,” he called Lin Meng who stood dazed.

Lin Meng came to his side and started grinding the ink.

'Some problems should be solved, you can't run away from them.'

'Should I ask him to meet me and make things clear? Will he come and meet me?'

Ouyang Yan looked at the Lin Meng and his heart grew uncomfortable. He didn't know if he was making the right decision.

On one hand was his biological son. On the other was the granddaughter with no blood relation.