Yuan Yunzhong seemed not to have noticed anything amiss.
He suddenly tossed something to Song Jiyun, saying, "Here, take this!"
Caught off guard, Song Jiyun fumbled awkwardly before finally catching what he had thrown. When she opened it, to her surprise, it was a pouch.
She looked up in astonishment at Yuan Yunzhong.
Yuan Yunzhong coughed softly, feeling somewhat uneasy, and said, "Aren't you looking for a compass everywhere?"
Song Jiyun opened the pouch.
Inside was a compass the size of a walnut.
It seemed to be the one he had hanging at his waist that day.
She paused slightly.
Yuan Yunzhong had already said, "I'm going to see how the kiln firing is doing."
He walked past her straight toward the kiln mouth.
Song Jiyun watched him, feeling inexplicably happy.
The compass was exquisitely made.
