A customer's girlfriend, who suffers from depression, cut up the double-sided embroidery I had spent two months stitching, leaving me facing massive damages.
She sobbed,
"Baby was just in a bad mood and cut up a few scraps of cloth. Is this lady trying to drive me to my death?"
The customer flipped over my worktable. "It's just a bit of thread and needlework. How much can it be worth? Baby's depression has relapsed. You couldn't pay for it even if you sold your whole studio."
He had no idea that ours was a studio specializing in intangible cultural heritage double-sided embroidery, and every piece they ruined was a valuable work of art.
He bragged that he was a company boss and could afford to pay even if his girlfriend plucked the moon from the sky.
But later, when the court summons arrived at his company,
