Jing University Library.
Warm golden light spilled through the glass into the room in the afternoon.
Blue windows, the scent of ink in the air, rows upon rows of bookshelves filled with books, and a hall lined with long tables, all bathed in sunlight.
It overflowed with the unique quiet beauty of a library.
And within this scene, a figure sat in one corner of the second floor.
He was a boy who could only be described as exceptionally handsome. Unlike the boys around him, who dressed sloppily and sat casually,
his shirt and knitted vest were neat, his folded coat hung over the seat beside him, and his posture was naturally upright rather than deliberately so. As he focused on reading a foreign novel, his profile
radiated a maturity and erudition beyond his years in the sunlight.
His overly outstanding appearance was truly rather dazzling.
Almost every girl who had come to study before their exams noticed him immediately.
Then, they secretly nudged their Girlfriends and quietly gestured toward him.
"Hey, hey, look over there."
"That guy over there is so handsome."
"Wow, really. He's seriously handsome."
After seeing him, they all let out the same exclamation.
His looks rivaled those of models and celebrities, but more importantly, beyond that, he possessed a special temperament that was steady and gentle, talented and considerate.
It was exceptionally heart-fluttering for every girl, making them unable to stop glancing toward him from time to time.
Then the urge to go up and strike up a conversation with him arose in their hearts.
"Hey, should we go ask for his WeChat?"
"I don't dare. You go, you go."
And at that moment, amid all the figures sneaking glances and whispering among themselves,
a figure sat atop a bookshelf several meters high nearby.
Fang