Inside the room, other than the occasional sound of pages turning, there was silence.
The embroidery ladies shifted their gaze from the girl back to the rabbit dozing off in its elevated position, attentively examining and finding the right angle against the light, contemplating where to start stitching, while skillfully splitting the threads with their nimble fingers.
Time passed quickly. It was time for lunch.
The old embroiderers opposite packed up and left the room, planning not to stay for lunch as they were off duty, each carrying their small baskets.
Seeing this, the new embroiderers in the room put down their needles, their faces full of suspicion.
The girl slowly closed her book, rubbing her sore eyes and leaning casually against something.
"Have you all watched carefully?"
She was tempting them.
"Master it, and you can take a break."
