Brother Dorian's aesthetic sense, I must say, still shows a certain level of skill.
As the person in question, Hilary, from a purely physical perspective, the difference between her and a doll is very small.
But at this moment, the feeling is entirely different.
Lifeless and dry, hollow and spiritless, compared to the body, the mind seems to have been ravaged by long years, giving off a more pallid impression.
Yet, in nearly replicating her completely, Brother Dorian, with a mere detail in the clothing's cut, instantly injected a certain vitality into the doll.
This change was so intense as if it had unveiled another side to her, some sort of superego.
The only issue is that at this moment, the one holding the doll is myself, and even the person modelled after is watching.
In any case, this scene is somewhat obscene.
Fortunately, Fu Qian has always been indifferent to such matters.
"Hilary?"
