Chu Ziyi walked up the narrow stairs. The only sound in the empty library was the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Finally, we went up to the second floor, but Chu Ziyi was still a little frightened by the low ceiling, and her bent waist slowly straightened up. He looked at the layout of the second floor. It was almost the same as the first floor, but much better than the first floor. A weird library, a weird first floor...
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