Library

Listen... It whispers. Listen... It's whispering. Listen... It's coming. Careful! It's with you... Light the green lantern and listen to the sly words. I fell into a dream and you recorded it. Shhh-- Every item here has its own story, please don't touch it. That day, that night, I never regretted setting foot here. This is my destiny and my own choice. The Putuo cherry blossoms fell in the middle age, and Mushu said goodbye to Lingying and Tibetan blue. Whoever thinks of a soul hanging in bronze, I have a tiny candle in my heart. Come here, we are waiting for you, do you have a story? I have a pen.