A late night bunt.
The story of a child who broke into a tattoo shop during a heavy rainstorm.
[Since everything can be traceless, why would Xu Ping let him carve his silhouette and name all over his wrist, heart and ears with his own hands?
[Every inch of the skin he used to practice his hands was the most fragile on Xu Ping's body, and every picture was of himself.
Intention: Paint well and make progress every day!