Chapter 1287: Trying to Believe

Nelson had impeccable handwriting. Callie still remembered how, as a child, her grandfather had hired the best calligraphy master in Ylosea to teach him. It wasn’t about the money—it was about connections. She had snuck into those lessons once or twice. More often than not, Nelson’s mind would wander, as though everything else was far more interesting than the ink and brush in front of him. Seeing how he wasn’t fond of learning, Callie had secretly taken him out to play instead. The teacher had been furious, often blowing his mustache in frustration. But there was nothing anyone could do. Nelson was a rare talent. Even as a half-hearted learner, he was better than most who had trained for over a decade. That remained true even now. His strokes were bold yet graceful, as smooth as flowing water. Callie felt his arms wrap around her from behind, his hand guiding hers as the brush touched the paper. The essence of calligraphy seemed to flow effortlessly. “To write