"Art balances one's mind," Dong Hai preached as he delicately shaped the teacup. Xiao Liu tilted her head looking at it, it almost gave her a miraculous feeling as clay took a shape and then Dong Hai detached it from the wheel and set it aside.
"Now, you try," He moved his eyes to the clay directing her to pick it up, Xiao Liu clicks her tongue. It seems good when he does it, why is he making her do this boring thing? He raised an eyebrow and she picked it up and did as told, following his direction. Few minutes of frowning and her hand trembling, slipping through her hand hitting the cave wall, Xiao Liu squeezed her eyes shut at the impact curling her clay-covered hand on her chest.
Dong Hai cleared his throat from behind and She opened her one eyes first to look at the spattered clay on the wall, turning to me smiling sheepishly.
"Again,"
