Thinking about all this made her breath start to hasten. Qin Yin noticed the change, and when she looked up at Shun Yao, she was standing behind her, pale and gripping the porcelain cup tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.
Concerned, Qin Yin quickly got up and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"
Shun Yao finally snapped back to her senses and said with a stern expression, "Don't think that with your slight ingenuity, you can manipulate other people's drawings at will. Do you know that each of these designs has won major awards? Every detail has been meticulously considered. What's more, designing clothes is not just for aesthetic purposes, but also for comfort. Understand?"
Nodding, she walked off with her cup.
Qin Yin blankly gazed at her own sketches on the paper, then crumpled them into a ball and tossed them into the trash bin.
