Pick up the scissors and cut the thread head flat again. Solemnly pinch the needle with one hand and the thread with the other, gently pushing it into the needle hole.

Failed...

Failed...

Still failed...

Zhuangyan discovered that he could not aim the thread at the pinhole.

The small needles and soft threads were not in control. There was a magical feeling in the vision, as if the whole world was no longer real, and the mind seemed to be stuffed with a ball of hay, which was messy and solid.

It is touching to find that the reader, Miss Mu B, gives me rewards every day.

The only way to write well.

There is a lot of content behind the novel, including Lao Xu, who will also return.

Please read the book patiently.
Chapter completed!