Lu Xiaowen walked into an old study in despair.
I wanted to find a random book to read, but I didn't expect that the books in my hands were all blank.
The owner of the study sat quietly at the counter, flipping through a book.
She thought strangely that the books here were all decorations. She really didn't know what the study here relied on for a living.
Suddenly there was blood oozing from a book at her feet.
She hurriedly retreated, only to see the book opened. . . .
Intention: Cherish fate, cherish books