The Immortal's Ten-Minute Break

The sunlight of 2025 shines through the blinds on the long table in the library. Shen Changqing was sitting in the corner, holding a book of "Historical Records" in his hand. It was something he had read to death hundreds of years ago, but he still read it habitually. His fingers were slender and pale, and he wore a warm black jade ring on his thumb. "Classmate, is there anyone here? Shen Changqing looked up and saw a girl holding several review materials. Lin Xia. He remembered her as a girl who always sat by the window and liked to bite the tip of her pen. "No. "His voice was cold, like the stream in late autumn. Lin Xia sat down, and after a while, she couldn't help but stare at the thermos cup in Shen Changqing's hand. There was a faint rusty smell inside, but he claimed that it was a special Chinese medicine. "Classmate Shen," Lin Xia suddenly spoke, with bright eyes, "the history teacher said Qin Shihuang was a tyrant, why did you cross that page in the book? " Shen Changqing was stunned for a moment, then closed the book, with a very faint arc at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes seemed to penetrate her, looking at Xianyang City two thousand years ago. "Because sometimes, later generations only saw the sound of the city wall collapsing, but did not hear the wind blowing on the city wall. " Lin Xia was stunned. That was the first time she felt that this 16-year-old boy had a sea hidden in his eyes.