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After sending Chengrui and the others off, Jing Chunxi returned to the house and headed straight for the small study. She opened a drawer on the bookshelf and, after searching for a while, finally found a piece of white paper large enough. The edges had turned slightly yellow, suggesting it had been there for years. It was probably something Aunt Lan had kept before she got married, but it was still usable.

She picked up another piece of unburned charcoal from the charcoal brazier. After everything was ready, she stood up silently and walked towards the orchid garden.

The garden in winter seems particularly deserted. The cold wind howls, swaying the branches and making rustling sounds.

In the orchid garden, the once lush orchids have long since withered, leaving only a patch of dry and yellow grass stems, as if telling the bleakness of winter.

The whole garden looked lifeless, with only the two big trees nearby still having some green on their branches, adding a hint of life to the dead silence.

"Miss, are you going to paint?" Chun Tao asked, puzzled, following behind Jing Chunxi. She looked at the white paper and charcoal in the young lady's hands, her heart filled with doubts. It was so cold now, the orchids had long since turned to dry grass. What was there worth painting?

Jing Chunxi didn't answer Chuntao's question. She simply walked to the back of the moon gate and stared at the pattern that was exactly the same as the one in the secret passage. After a moment, she said, "Come here and help me fix the paper."

Chuntao was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and ran over to help.

Jing Chunxi first laid white paper over the pattern. She held the left corner in place with her own hand and instructed Chuntao to do the two right corners. Chuntao carefully held the paper down, fearing it would shift. Watching the young woman's movements, she grew increasingly curious, but didn't dare ask any more questions.

Jing Chunxi picked up the charcoal and gently rolled it across the paper. The friction between the charcoal and the paper made a subtle rustling sound, and soon, a faint outline of a pattern appeared on the paper. Her movements were gentle, yet extremely careful, afraid to miss any detail.

In fact, Jing Chunxi’s idea was very simple, which was to copy the entire pattern completely.

This was something she wanted to do for Tao Jin, who was gone and didn't know how long he would be back. Jing Chunxi was worried that he would forget the pattern; after all, it might hold unsolved mysteries and possible clues.

If he had the rubbing paper, Tao Jin could take it out and look at it occasionally when he thought of it, and maybe he would remember something. Even if it didn't solve the mystery immediately, it would at least let him know that there was a clue worth pursuing.

The rubbing process was not easy, and Jing Chunxi's fingers were rubbed red. Chun Tao watched from the side, feeling distressed, wondering why he couldn't help.

When the charcoal in her hand was almost worn out, Jing Chunxi finished the rubbing. She blew gently on the paper to make the charcoal marks more clear, then carefully peeled the paper away from the pattern and carefully examined the results of the rubbing.

Fortunately, every stroke of the pattern was clearly recorded. Although the lines in some places were slightly blurred, the overall look was complete enough.

Jing Chunxi nodded with satisfaction, carefully rolled up the rubbing paper, and tied it up with a piece of dry grass. He raised his head and said, "Let's go back."

After returning to the house, Jing Chunxi placed the scroll in a prominent position in the space house in case he forgot to give it to Tao Jin.