C3045 Recollection

He thought silently that carving was my life, that my life had begun, and suddenly he was moving again, the carving knife in his hand as fast and slow as a phantom.

Waving on the rock in front of him, his stone slowly changed. Beside him, Nia also put down her knife and looked at Li Zhi's carving infatuatedly.

In Niya's view, the teachers' lessons were like the art of dancing