Chu Qingshuang remained deeply engrossed in shaping her porcelain blank, her concentration absolute. Her fingers moved nimbly, molding each piece of clay into various shapes and seamlessly integrating them with the main blank to form a cohesive whole.
As time passed, the porcelain piece in front of Chu Qingshuang increasingly resembled the model provided for observation…
Yan Helin, having finished his main blank, proudly went to check Chu Qingshuang's work, only to be stunned at first glance. His heart was filled with disbelief.
Chu Qingshuang had started much later, so how had she made such progress?
Her porcelain blank seemed perfect, flawless. If one didn't know better, they might assume it was the work of an experienced master with decades of skill, not a young girl.
Could it be that Chu Qingshuang wasn't just arrogantly confident but genuinely skilled?
He felt a bit defeated.