Looking at the sculptor with the faint smile, Qin Sisi was once again filled with unease. Something about that emotionless smile was unsettling.
She shook her head, suppressing her feelings for now. Gathering her spirits, she walked into the gallery, preparing herself to view Luo Wei's sculpture exhibition.
The gallery was filled with numerous works by the female sculptor, Luo Wei. Qin Sisi counted them—twenty in total, no more, no less.
The pieces were mostly figurative, and each was embodied with a distinct sense of motion.
For instance, there was a sculpture of a girl playing shuttlecock, the upper body of a swimming athlete, a sportsman swinging a baseball bat, a classical dancer with her dress billowing...
Those were the more normal ones, but there were some odd ones too, two of which seemed a bit dark to Qin Sisi.
