After graduating, Xiao Huai fought his way through every obstacle, successfully leaving all the cutthroat competitors in his dust. Risking being kicked out by his parents, he applied for a position at a funeral home, a government-run institution.
Xiao Huai: Well, well... A secure job, check!
By day, he made impressionistic sketches. By night, he hand-built and stitched all kinds of bizarre “models.”
Xiao Huai: Perfect. It meets the needs of a socially anxious person and indulges a few of my own private hobbies.
Who could have guessed that one night, while Xiao Huai was wandering around the crematorium to walk off dinner (?), he would find an urn completely wrapped inside a giant head? Looking at the dark red, ominous object in his hands, and the enormous head beside him, which had no body and was cursing him nonstop, the corners of Xiao Huai’s cracked smile slowly began to rise...
Yes, this is from another book by the author. I hope this one has more content, but it's not enough.