Inside the Book Collection Building.
Luo Qingqiu's expression shifted uncertainly, tangled with indescribable emotions.
Joy, bitterness, confusion, helplessness...
Looking at the shameful blood-red plum blossom pattern on the bedding beneath her, Luo Qingqiu understood that everything she had just experienced had not been a dream.
The sensations and pain had all been undeniably real.
She had imagined her beloved, her future partner, in countless ways since the innocent days of her youth. Among those imaginings was their first meeting in the Book Sea within Northern Nether Spirit Prison, when she and Lu Feng had browsed through ancient texts.
Their first exchange of glances, when their eyes met, had taken place amid just such an environment, separated by layer upon layer of bookshelves.
At the time, with her heart first awakening to love, it would not have been an exaggeration to call it love at first sight. In private, she had imagined the enchanting scenes described in romance novels, imagining that one day, she and Lu Feng would bare their hearts to one another in the very place where they had first met, become partners, and walk hand in hand through the rest of their lives.
But she had never, ever imagined... it would happen like this.
Though they had gone straight to the final step—countless times more direct than baring their hearts—her heart still felt hollow, caught between hope and fear.
She recalled the words Lu Feng had earnestly whispered into her ear before leaving, during that brief moment when he had regained a trace of clarity.
Whether it was his promise to marry her or to become partners with her, both left her overjoyed, her heart trembling fiercely.
Yet at the same time, she felt reluctant and lost. She did not want Lu Feng to say such things under