It's not as good as the wood carving in his hands, which can still bring him a bit of joy while he waits.
Dan Tingye lowered his gaze, his fingertips caressing back and forth on the just-carved human face, as if trying to see through the wood carving in his hands the person he longed for day and night.
"Her?"
Yao was startled and looked up at him in confusion, only to see him picking up a specially made blade and continuing to carve his creation.
For so many years, since Yao had been ordered to stay by the master's side to assist him in taking over the group, he had seen him constantly playing with wood carvings.
And he always carved figures, each wood carving's features were different, yet they looked very similar.
Yao glanced at them secretly several times, always feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but couldn't recall where he had seen them before.
