Chen Mo stood in the corner of the library, stroking a yellowed copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" in his hand.
The afternoon sun shines through the tall windows and onto his slightly pale face, adding a touch of warm gold to his eyes.
He was always like this, standing quietly by the bookshelf, as if he was also a member of the bookshelf.
"Do you like this book...?" A clear voice broke the silence.
Chen Mo raised his head, and what he saw was a smiling face as bright as the sun, Lin Feng.
"Well, this book... Is very in-depth." Chen Mo said.
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