"Ah...you don't have to San Lang. I should finish mine." Not that he has a lot written. He wants it to be something special but it is hard for him to put into words what he feels at that moment or any of the times he is with San Lang.

He watches as the man starts to write, his characters hardly distinguishable. "You haven't been practicing your calligraphy at all, have you?" It's still as bad as ever...