He went straight to the second floor and entered his own room, where Alii was holding a small planer, shaving a wooden spirit tablet.
Beside her on the floor lay a leather whip, half of which had already been wrapped with the veneer of the spirit tablet.
When the boy was not home, the girl would either draw or help him with these crafts.
As Li Zhiyuan appeared at the door, the girl looked up, a smile curving her lips, her eyes lighting up.
But soon, she seemed to sense something, and her expression quickly fell.
"Look, there's none."
Li Zhiyuan spread his hands in front of the girl, showing that his palms were without wounds.
"There are none on my body either, I resisted, really, I did it."
The boy was eagerly proving himself, as if boasting about his "exam results."
By comparison, the so-called math competition seemed trivial at this moment.
The smile that had disappeared from the girl's lips reappeared.
