He Hua nodded, "Yes, I looked repeatedly, and they were the same. It's not just the needlework, but the style and pattern, it really is identical to mine."
Qu Fulan couldn't quite describe what she was feeling in her heart.
She ran an embroidery workshop, so she knew that every embroideress had her own style. If there were no definitive requirements, what they produced would have their unique personal touch.
For example, when embroidering pouches, each person's work would differ from another's. Some differences were minor, but there were always some differences.
After all, everyone had different preferences for style and design, so it was rare to find something done the same way as someone else's.
This was true even when everyone worked in the same embroidery workshop. What more when it came to He Hua and Xiao Shiqing—they had no ties to each other, so how could their pouches be identical?
