Blossoming Flowers, Faint Ink Marks

She traveled to Jiaofangsi and became a fire-burning girl. There is no system or golden finger. Her only reliance is the calligraphy aesthetics that she has studied for twenty years in her previous life. She learned about calligraphy from the ice patterns, read people's hearts from the handwriting, and opened a school in troubled times to use pen and ink to heal the heart. "The flowers are blooming with faint traces of ink. Don't let anyone praise the beautiful color. Only the pure air is left to fill the universe." In her life, she has only done one thing: to prove that beauty is not decoration, but the bones.