Setting down the brush, Zhao Yuan let out a long breath. He turned to Lin Liangzhe with a smile and asked, "Grandpa Lin, is this piece to your liking? Is there anything else you'd like me to write?"
However, Lin Liangzhe didn't answer his question. He just stared, eyes wide, at the freshly written *Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection* on the table, the ink still wet. His body was trembling uncontrollably.
Lin Xue noticed her grandfather's strange behavior and grew worried. She quickly asked, "Zhao Yuan, what's wrong with my grandpa? Is he going to be okay?"
Zhao Yuan reassured her, "Don't worry, Grandpa Lin is fine. He's just a little worked up, that's all. He's in great health, so a little excitement won't do him any harm."
"That's good." Lin Xue finally breathed a sigh of relief, her worries assuaged.
Zhao Yuan spoke to Lin Liangzhe again, "Grandpa Lin, if you don't need anything else written, I'll be heading out now."
