How was it possible for the sculpture to be so accurate if he had not worked meticulously on it?
However, Qin Shu did not recall the man ever having measured her height.
"Is this another one of your birthday gifts for me?" Before Qin Shu had enough time to turn around, Fu Tingyu took two steps forward and planted his long and slender body right behind her.
Her back was pressed against his chest and Qin Shu could distinctly feel the man's strong heartbeat. It gave her an inexplicable sense of calm.
Fu Tingyu's low and deep voice rang out beside her ear, "Do you like it?"
Qin Shu nodded firmly. Her heart felt like it was filled with honey, it was an extremely sweet sensation. "Yes, I like it very much. Did you carve this personally? It looks really like me."
Fu Tingyu took her hand and reached toward the sculpture. He guided her fingers and stroked the sculpture's eyebrows and traced the shapes until they arrived at the eyes.
