The plaster statue in the studio was covered with a thin layer of dust, and Jiang Shubai's knuckles holding the charcoal pencil turned white. The mother's eyes on the canvas always seemed to be covered with fog. She irritably pulled off the hair tie covered in paint, and her ponytail fell down to cover half of her face. The sycamore leaves rustled outside the window, and the late autumn wind blew the ginkgo leaves against the glass, making a tiny whimper.
The smell of disinfectant in the emergency room stung his nose, and Jiang Shubai looked down at his bleeding palms. Half an hour ago, she was torn open by a rusty nail while trying to save an easel that had been blown down by the wind. The doctor on duty wore a medical mask, revealing only his amber eyes. His eyelashes cast small shadows under his eyes when he lowered his eyes to treat her wounds.
