Inside the quiet and somewhat eerie atmosphere of the H City library, the night seeped in through the gaps of every window like thick black ink, gradually blurring the outlines of bookshelves and desks. The dim, yellowish light appeared powerless against the darkness, flickering like a dying candle in the wind, ready to be swallowed up at any moment.
Long You and Lin Xia faced each other. His tall and slightly lean figure cast a long shadow under the light, resembling a lonely ghost. Setting aside the somewhat startling character branded on his forehead, his fair face, illuminated by the dim light, exuded an unhealthy handsomeness. His deep eyes were like the brightest, coldest stars in the night sky, yet carried a hint of inscrutable gloom. His lips were pursed slightly, the corners curving upward in an almost imperceptible smile, as if mocking everything in this world. He wore a long white robe, the hem fluttering gently with his slightest movement, like a phantom of the night.
Lin Xia sat at a desk, her delicate face bearing traces of exhaustion and bewilderment. Her clear and bright eyes were like a pool of spring water, yet veiled by a faint haze born of inner struggle. Her hair fell over her shoulders like black silk, slightly disheveled. She wore a simple white dress that stood out sharply in the dim surroundings, like a glimmer of dawn piercing the dark.
Chapter 115