The library was an artistic building shaped like "an open book."
From the outside, the library already looked magnificent and enormous. Though it had only three floors, it stretched out very broadly.
The first floor lay at the very bottom of the "book," so it had the smallest area. Each floor above it grew progressively larger.
And now, deep into the latter half of the night, the second and third floors of the library had already gone dark. Only the first floor still gave off scattered points of light.
Ji Li stopped at the library's main entrance and vaguely saw a slender figure carrying something as she moved between the rows of bookshelves.
The distance was great and the surroundings dim, so he could not make out the woman clearly, but he knew her identity.
Song Yitong, a young woman from Branch No. 9 whose strength was comparable to that of a Vice Branch Manager.
He pushed open the small side door of the library, and the string of Wind Chimes beside the doorframe immediately began swaying wildly, producing bursts of crisp notification chimes.
By the time the glass door returned to its original position, the chill brought in by the wind and snow had coated the Wind Chimes with a layer of White Frost.
Stepping onto the soft carpet, Ji Li flicked his windblown Hair Strands behind him, tightened his overcoat, and looked toward the depths of the first-floor bookshelves.
The Wind Chimes' notification sound did not disappear. It merely weakened.
Accompanied by the clear, pleasant background chime, the woman in a red wool sweater, with the collar of a white shirt turned out beneath it, slowly approached while holding a Thread-bound book.
Leaning on his cane, Ji Li stood at the entrance, his gaze fixed tightly on that