An Jing held a grass-woven dragonfly in one hand and a grass-woven grasshopper in the other. Hearing Xiao Changyi ask if she liked them, An Jing immediately replied, "Like them! Of course, I like them! Whatever you make, I'll like it!"
Looking at the grass-woven dragonfly and grasshopper in her hands again with joy, An Jing grew even more interested. "My husband, could you teach me how to weave, especially this grasshopper? It's so lifelike, just like the real thing."
"Sure," Xiao Changyi said, his cold eyes softening, his voice gentle.
A faint smile still lingered on his lips.
Then, Xiao Changyi handed An Jing a blade of grass.
It was only after An Jing took it that Xiao Changyi began to teach her how to weave the grasshopper with special patience.
This being An Jing's first time, her hands were clumsy, and she just couldn't get it right.