Seeing this, Alan quickly gathered up the remaining bit of black mud and hurriedly explained,
"Don't get mad yet. Let me show you a demonstration, and you'll understand what I mean."
As he spoke, the girl in the princess dress watched as Alan's hands moved so fast they left afterimages.
In just a few minutes, Alan had once again molded a lump of black clay.
But this time, the black lump actually had a nose, eyes, and features that vaguely resembled the princess-dress girl herself.
"See? If you rush to produce something, it ends up like this.
The form is incomplete, the meaning is unclear, and the surface is full of cracks... Huh? What are you doing?"
Before he could finish, the princess-dress girl suddenly snatched the black clay figure out of his hands and cradled it carefully, gazing at it as if it were a precious treasure.
Alan grew anxious — he was clearly trying to demonstrate a failed example!
Why was this girl treating a flawed piece so lovingly?
