One sat at the desk, face pale, eyes black as ink, surrounded by deathly resentful energy.
The other stood behind the shelves, holding a compass, her face anxious, her brows carrying the vitality and concern unique to the living.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
Su Qinghui's mind went blank. The Yin Seeking Compass in her hand, spinning madly and pointing with absolute certainty, now seemed utterly superfluous.
She could not understand why Qin Feng was here.
She had clearly been so careful.
From the moment she entered university as a freshman, Su Qinghui had recognized Qin Feng at first glance among the crowd at the welcome ceremony. He stood among the senior students, lean in build, his gaze carrying a few more traces of calm than those around him.
At that instant, sealed memories surged back like a tide. The little hero who gave her all his snacks, climbed high walls to pick locust blossoms for her, and stood in front of her whenever she was bullied overlapped with the somewhat withdrawn young man before her.
But they had long since ceased to belong to the same world.
Su Qinghui was the heir of the Gusu Su Family. From birth, she had been destined to deal with sinister entities and ghosts, walking through dark corners unknown to others.
Qin Feng, meanwhile, was merely an ordinary university student struggling to earn his living expenses.
Acknowledging each other would only drag him into endless danger.
So she chose silence. She chose to watch over him from afar, guarding the hard-won normalcy in his life as though it were a precious treasure.
Yet now, all her deliberate avoidance had been smashed to pieces on the fourth floor of this bizarre library.
"Qin Feng!"
Su Qinghui snapped back to her senses.