Genius's Final Blow
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I received a set of custom engraving tools from my wife's assistant. I stare at the stiff fingers of my left hand, where the nerves were so damaged in a studio accident a year ago that I can no longer perform the delicate cutting of gemstones. In the center of the exhibition hall, my most proud work is being held in the hands of the new chief designer, and my wife is standing next to him, with a familiar look of appreciation on her face. "Mr. Gu, this new designer's techniques are even more delicate than when you were at your peak, so don't be an eyesore here." Someone said something strangely. Su Yurou caressed the works in the display cabinet without looking back: "Let him look at it. Anyway, these hands are only worthy of appreciating other people's works in this life." Very good, since you all think that I am only worthy of being an audience, then I will let you see how a "waste" can play with you.
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