Another five years passed.

Ah Zhu said that she was willing to divorce. With Zhao Quanfu’s reputation, there would be other ladies willing to marry him and give him children.

It was the first time that Zhao Quanfu got angry and said that she was the only woman for him and there would never be another.

Ah Zhu was so touched that she cried in his arms. Zhao Quanfu had always been honest and kind, but at that moment, his body froze and guilt filled his eyes. He felt as if he had lied to his wife even if he had never done anything wrong to her.

But…perhaps he had really fallen slightly in love with the statues he carved. There were times when he stayed in that wooden room, which had now expanded, and did not want to leave.

But eventually, he resisted.

Zhao Quanfu tried to stop carving. But it was as if this was something imprinted in his bones; he found that he could not stop.

Ten years, ten years, another ten years.

A few batches...