Spirit City.
The Spirit Hall Library.
The early morning sunlight streamed generously through the windows.
It brought a touch of light into the perpetually dim Library, filling it with warmth.
Much of the damp, rotten smell was driven away as well.
At that moment, Qian Renchuan was bent over a desk, pen and paper in hand, writing rapidly.
Beside him stood a mountain-like pile of old books of every kind.
Some lay open.
Others were closed.
It was quite a mess.
Yet there was order to it, too.
Across from him, little Hu Liena sat on a specially made high chair, her chin propped on her two soft, pale hands as she stared at him without blinking.
Only a few months had passed since Qian Renchuan had picked Hu Liena up off the street.
Yet Hu Liena felt that everything had become completely different.
She now wore an exquisite little one-piece dress, her short legs swinging in the air.
The table was covered with snacks, and she had a piece of pastry stuffed in her mouth, chewing nonstop like a little hamster, her chubby face full of innocence.
Qian Renchuan left her alone.
As long as the little ball of chub did not disturb him, that was fine.
He finished leafing through a thick old book at hand, jotted down a few key points, and casually pushed it aside.
"Big Brother Eldest Young Master, I'll put it away!"
Hu Liena hurriedly swallowed the pastry in her mouth and slid down from her chair.
Reaching out with her two chubby little hands, she struggled to pick up the book, which was bigger than her face, then pattered over to the bookshelves behind her on her short legs. She rose onto her tiptoes and tried hard to squeeze it into an empty