She bent her head lower again and took a small notebook out of the desk pocket, then she started to draw on it with a pen.
This was a peony drawing, from branch to leaf to flower, she let her heart lead the way, not confined to any particular form, nor worrying about any specific appearance, as long as she liked it, that was enough.
The teacher kept on lecturing, while she was absorbed in her own drawing, occasionally dividing her attention to listen to the teacher for a while, then continuing with her own work.
