She asked cluelessly, prompting Sohwa to swiftly reclaim the needle.
“Let me show you. First, you tie a knot, then push the needle through to the back. There are too many types of different stitches to learn them all, but since you’re good at drawing, you should be able to trace the pattern.”
“All right, I’ll give it a try.”
Hwayeong, confident she’d be forced out of the palace within a month, began roughly stitching the outline as Sohwa had shown her.
The thought of returning home in just a few weeks filled her weary soul with relief and newfound enthusiasm.
But unfortunately, the fabric was too broad, the thread far too thin, and most importantly, Hwayeong’s patience was thinner than the needle.
* * *
“I can’t do it. I can’t do it anymore! I just can’t stand all this anymore!”
After redrawing the outline several times, Hwayeong finally lost her patience, throwing the needle aside and rushing to the window.
Sohwa quickly followed, grabbing her around the waist to stop her.
