Yao Ziyan's gaze swept across the bookshelves, selecting from row after row of different books.
What kind of story did she want to read?
She did not know herself. She simply wanted to follow her instincts and find a story she liked.
Before long, Yao Ziyan came to a stop.
She gazed at a book on the shelf with a purple cover.
It was the same color as her hair.
Mysterious, elegant, ethereal.
Like mist in the woods or drifting clouds atop a mountain peak, impossible to grasp.
What sort of story was it?
She wondered.
Yao Ziyan took down the book and returned to her seat.
"Found one?" The Chairman was playing Gomoku with Frost. Noticing Yao Ziyan, she looked up and asked with a smile.
"Mm."
Yao Ziyan nodded. "I can just open it and start reading?"
She was a little hesitant.
Clearly, the books here were not books in the ordinary sense.
She had seen Luo Chuan's reaction perfectly clearly just now.
He had not even turned a page yet, and he was sitting there motionless, as though all his thoughts had been drawn inside.
Rather than books, they were more like extraordinary items in a certain sense.
"Of course." The Chairman nodded and placed another stone.
Yao Ziyan let out a soft breath, made up her mind, and opened the cover.
She felt her consciousness waver for an instant, leaving her body.
No, it was not merely that.
It was more like she had become someone else.
Yao Ziyan found herself transformed into an unfamiliar "little girl," laboriously climbing a tree and trying to reach the fruit on a branch.
The ground lay far below, and "her" body trembled faintly.
So this was experiencing someone else's past?
Better skip this part.
Yao Ziyan thought to herself.