As the pencil moved across the page, the shape of a beautifully crafted ring slowly took form on the draft paper.
Huangfu Jue held up the drawing in front of him, frowned, crumpled the paper, and threw it aside.
He took a second sheet and began to draw anew.
…
Ding, ding, ding!
The butler knocked gently on the door from outside, but Huangfu Jue was completely absorbed and did not notice. Without a response to his knocking, the butler tiptoed into the room and saw his employer, the Duke, sitting at the desk, drawing intently. Knowing that he was creating, the butler dared not disturb him, carefully placed a cup of coffee beside him, and immediately left on tiptoe.
On the desk, steam rose from the hot coffee and then gradually cooled, but the man hadn't reached out to touch it at all.
His gaze was focused solely on the tip of the pencil, repeatedly correcting and perfecting…
In the study, the only sound was the scratch of pencil on paper.
