Gu Jiaojiao took out the manuscript.
The handwriting on the manuscript was forceful and vigorous, even more impressive than the fountain pen script she had seen the first time.
He must have been writing casually last time. This was likely Leng Yuan's true skill.
Gu Jiaojiao held the manuscript and started reading, checking for typos.
But as she read, she found herself completely drawn in.
Leng Yuan had written an article about future development. It was optimistic, and every line brimmed with a power that left its readers feeling the strength of its message—a reinforced conviction that sooner or later, sunlight would pierce through the darkness.
By the time she reached the end, she had completely forgotten to check for typos.
She had to go back and read it a second time. There wasn't a single typo.
Looking at the manuscript in her hands, Gu Jiaojiao had to admit it was truly well-written.
