Zhu Yuan transmigrated back to ancient times.
Then, in this backward times without Internet, mobile phone and all kinds of entertainment, how did she spend her time?
She made a pen pal – Yes! a pen pal.
Zhu Yuan took out her little book, took out her brush, made a few stokes: Son of a b*tch, come out to chat!
Xie Zheng, who was practising calligraphy in his study, slipped and ruined the whole calligraphy.
One can find a glowing beauty in the book. The ancients did not deceive me!
By: Xie Zheng many years later.
