Pottery, Sculpture Gallery.

From the night before to today, Tao Songyu stayed here alone, paralyzing his world with carving.

Wen Xiwu personally cooked a cup of chicken soup and sent it over.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Tao Songyu sitting on the bench alone, with a sharp carving knife in his hand, soaked in the cold light, cutting off one piece of sawdust after another.

He looked a lot haggard.

Wen Xiwu's heart instantly contracted, as if it was repeatedly blunted by a rusty iron cable

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