She couldn't remember anything.
Ji Qingwei clutched the needle, staring blankly at the plain silk.
An unprecedented panic gripped her, leaving her unable to calm down.
What was happening?!
Could the stolen luck be taken back?
But her godfather's methods were extraordinary, almost divine. How could such a mistake occur?
Ji Qingwei knew that since she was four, she had never left the Ji family's residence, nor had she traveled to the beautiful landscapes of the Great Xia's five states.
If not for the image forming in her mind, she wouldn't have thought to embroider it.
She had embroidered the "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" based on her memory, yet still couldn't surpass Si Fuqing.
But now, she couldn't embroider at all!
Seeing her pale face and the sweat on her forehead, Master Zhuang asked concernedly, "Qingwei, are you feeling unwell?"
