Marvellous Old Deng was lounging on the sofa with his feet up, snoring loudly, making people want to kick him off the floor.
Meanwhile, Aunt White Owl remained seated in her spot, spreading a piece of velvet cloth on the table before her, holding her tools, and meticulously caring for the parts in her hand.
It was a handgun.
After being maintained, the many components on the velvet cloth reflected the morning sun's rays, sparkling brightly.
This made Ji Jue stop in his tracks, unable to avert his eyes.
At best, it could be described as skillful and meticulous; Ji Jue could do such maintenance too, but it would never have this kind of feel.
As if gently stroking a pet, as carefully as attending to a baby, yet also like meticulously trimming one's nails, maintaining a part of one's body.
A companion, a peer, even a lover.
