At three o'clock in the morning, everything in the Nianwu Workshop was completely silent, except for a solitary shadowless lamp that illuminated every particle of dust on the workbench.
Su Nian leaned down, and the tip of his nose was almost touching the male torso with clear texture.
She held her breath, twisted a small piece of 6000-grit ultra-fine sandpaper between her fingertips, and gently polished a seam under the model's shoulder blade with an almost neurotic concentration.
The air was filled with the slightly pungent sweet smell of resin powder mixed with diluent, a smell she had long been accustomed to and found comfort in.
This 1:1 proportioned torso is her trump card for the annual "Artisan Soul Award" prototype master competition.
Every detail, from the stretch marks of the muscles in specific postures to the faintly visible cyan blood vessels under the skin, took her nearly three months of hard work.
