Reality World 6

Ye Mingtian knelt before the funeral portrait until his legs were nearly numb. Father Ye and Mother Ye had long since collapsed from the strain and been carried out for emergency treatment.

He carefully massaged his legs, glancing at the black-and-white portrait in front of him, then cautiously peeked at Ye Zhao, who sat nearby holding a wooden plaque and carving into it. The girl in black lowered her eyes, holding a small knife and carving with focused precision.

The shhh-shhh sound of the blade scraping against the wood made his scalp tingle; he felt as if the next moment it might slice into his own flesh, leaving him in agony.

"I know many famous masters," Ye Mingtian said. "Would you like me to invite them to help?"

Ye Zhao raised her eyes to look at him, her gaze indifferent. Ye Mingtian's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately shut his mouth.

"If you want to seek forgiveness, you must be single-minded and sincere. With you so distracted, I highly doubt you are doing anything but humoring me."

"I'm not!" Ye Mingtian denied immediately. "I truly am not. Ever since I learned of Ye Mingyue's true colors, I have deeply regretted treating you that way..."

"Heh." Ye Zhao let out a cold laugh. She pressed a little harder with the sharp knife, accidentally piercing a hole through the wood. She frowned slightly, but didn't throw it away; although it was ruined and unusable, it was still good for practice. Her carving skills were truly lackluster—the characters were crooked and unsightly, and a pile of discarded plaques had already accumulated on the floor.

Fortunately, with Baidu as her all-encompassing teacher, Ye Zhao learned as she went. After carving back and forth, she had gained some experience. She believed that in time,