The statue was quite uniquely designed.
Five faces and ten hands, all sharing a single body.
Every face had a different expression.
One with drooping eyebrows, a portrayal of pervasive sympathy.
One bearing a solemn countenance, its stare filled with fury.
One of them had slightly furrowed brows and looked pitiful. On a closer look, one could vaguely make out a flirtatious and captivating demeanor hiding behind her feigned reluctance and charming allure.
It was indeed Sister Zhao.
At the sight of this, Li Fan felt a warmth in his heart, inspiring a wave of all-encompassing emotions.
In his moment of semi-lucidity, he could even hear the faint whispers of Sister Zhao ringing in his ears.
"That's not right!"
A sudden realization within his heart jolted him out of this illusion, leaving him in a cold sweat.
On looking again, where were those expressive features?
It was merely a statue with ten hands and five faces of unrecognizable forms.
