The sun had risen, casting its warm light to completely chase away the gloom of the attic.
Outside the window, the sounds of a bustling street mingled with the chirps of unrecognized birds perched nearby, their cheerful chatter filling the air.
Yet, none of this could break Yu Sheng’s concentration.
He held in his hands a doll head that was almost finished—now merely a somewhat hard lump of clay.
With utmost care, he used a needle tool to press out the outlines of the eyes and nose on its surface.
He had spent a long time on this step, even starting over several times.
Finally, he managed to reach a somewhat satisfactory level before the clay hardened too much to manipulate.
Though it wasn’t perfect and could never compare to the work of a true professional, Yu Sheng felt that this small head was at least not hideous enough for Erin to criticize it as ugly.
At least… when the little doll was complete, it probably wouldn’t cry out in horror upon entering.
A hint of pride appeared on his face as he glanced at the candles on the table, noticing that they had burned down considerably.
It seemed that finishing the "facial makeup" part would be impossible before the candles burned out.