University life unfolded before Lín Xiǎotáng and Chén Zhāoyáng like a vibrant and colorful scroll. Hand in hand, they spent many wonderful moments across the campus, participating in various club activities together, making numerous like-minded friends, and progressing side by side in their studies as they marched steadily toward their respective dreams. Yet, amid the bustling pace of university life, that secret corner of the library always remained the most tranquil and heartwarming haven in their hearts.
Chén Zhāoyáng and Lín Xiǎotáng still kept the habit they had formed back in high school, frequently arranging to study together at the library. Located on the very top floor, this secret corner was a small space surrounded by bookshelves and rarely visited on ordinary days. Inside sat a quaint wooden desk and two chairs. Sunlight filtered through the mottled windows, casting patches of golden light across the table and lending the place an atmosphere of quiet serenity.
On this pleasant afternoon with the sun shining brightly, Chén Zhāoyáng and Lín Xiǎotáng arrived at the library as usual. They made their way to the secret corner with practiced ease. All along the way, the library was filled with the faint scent of old paper, occasionally accompanied by the rustle of turning pages and the soft footsteps of patrons. Reaching the alcove, Chén Zhāoyáng gently pulled out a chair and gestured for Lín Xiǎotáng to sit. She offered a slight smile, murmured a soft "Thank you," and…
Chapter 113