The thermostatic array maintained a precise level of humidity, protecting the room full of ancient texts. The air was filled with a tranquil atmosphere unique to old pages, blending microscopic dust with the fragrance of ink. This should have been the domain Jingyi knew best and felt most at ease in, but at this moment, it was wreathed in an intangible sense of obstruction.
At the reading table in the corner, Jingyi rested her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed intently on the surface as if she could pierce right through the polished wood. Her brow was furrowed slightly, revealing the gravity brought on by prolonged, deep contemplation. In those eyes, which always gleamed with a thirst for knowledge, there lay—alongside her habitual focus—a profound confusion and a trace of imperceptible defeat. What troubled her was neither the weakness that arrived on schedule every month, nor the deep-seated shadows of the past hidden in her heart.
It was Limeng.
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