A sleepy Baimeng paused for a moment. The voice was painfully familiar, yet she couldn't place where she had heard it.
The next second, Baimeng jerked upright, nearly sending a mountain of stacked scrolls tumbling from the table.
The owner of the voice was leaning over her, gazing at her with concern. Clad in white, with sleeves that fell past his hands and bamboo slips cradled against his chest, the figure had dark green hair falling to his shoulders and clear, bright, gilded eyes.
Chapter 94