In the white bone china cup, the tea shimmered with a faint golden glow, reflecting the lights on the ceiling.
Jiangg Ning lifted it and set it back down, sending ripples across the surface of the tea.
An hour passed in the blink of an eye.
She showed no signs of fatigue as she studied the tiny print in the thick book. She underlined passages line by line, occasionally brushing a strand of hair from her forehead, her red lips parting as she murmured to herself.
For obscure and difficult words, she wouldn't just recite them silently; she would also read them aloud and even write them down on a separate piece of paper. Engaging her hands, eyes, and mind all at once made her much more efficient.
At first, Chen Yuan was actually getting into it, managing to focus alongside her and even finding some enjoyment in the process. But as time crawled on, that high level of concentration became harder to maintain, and he found his mind wandering more and more frequently.
