Shen Hua spent half a day in Chun's Embroidery Workshop every day.
Day in, day out.
And so, two months passed.
Later, she closed the workshop. The old embroiderers all took home with them their half-finished embroidery. Every three days, someone would deliver the supplies they needed.
The new embroiderers followed her back to the residence. Shen Hua spent half a day teaching every day.
She also brought Aunt Sun's family over.
The girl's every action seemed out of the ordinary.
Her slender fingers, tinted with rouge, dipped in clear water, and she held a grinding ink in her hand. She turned it in circles with a vertical, even force that was both light and heavy.
Grinding slowly, the ink thickened until she stopped.
Her eyes clear and bright, the brush pen rapidly sketched out the contours. After several days, the Xuan paper bore the image of Xue Tuan, vivid and lifelike, indistinguishable from the one Shen Hua had seen at Cui Yun's place.
