As he reached the edge of the attic, a sudden heavy rain began outside. Amidst the sound of the pouring rain, Ji Minghuan looked at the locked wooden door and extended the restraint belt into the hole, unlocking the lock on the other side of the door.
Then he retracted the belt, pushed open the wooden door, carefully not to wake the girl behind him, and tiptoed down the stairs.
After many days, he arrived at this library. Ji Minghuan looked around, slightly twitched his nose, and took a breath of the smell of old book piles, unsure of how many days and evenings he had spent with this scent.
At this moment, the rain outside the window intensified, and the fierce wind made every window in the library rattle.
However, Ji Minghuan's attention was not on the library interior, but on the staircase at the edge of the library leading downwards.
