“Will this do?” she asks carefully in reply to the question posed on her progress.

Clearly she is worried that her job is not done. She had been vigorously sanding the spot for about ten to fifteen minutes or less, or more, she does not know. Still, there is just this little bump here and there that would not go away. She does not mind that her work is not done, really, continuing on is the least of her worry since she knew it was her duty for the bumps have not been smoothened to her satisfaction but she does want to go home as soon as possible.

Perhaps taking pity on her uncertain expression and wanting to assure her or boost her confidence or perhaps it is purely unplanned and truly impressed, the teacher said. “Dear, you are a miracle worker.”

*Why, thank you.* Her heart was filled with warmth.
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"Hmmm...there is no need to use a knife. I am sure if you sanded without stopping for fifteen minutes, the hardened superglue would be sanded away."

Shoold i be ashamed that i know absolutely nothing about the problems besotting my liuqin?