Facing Lin Feng's slightly questioning inquiry, Shen Yue sighed softly and stepped forward to draw the curtains of the study room.
Without the "moonlight" illumination, the room full of bookshelves plunged into darkness.
Lin Feng's pupils instantly dilated; lacking experience living in darkness, even though he had evolved to Mid-Tier One, he still couldn't adapt to the extremely low-light environment in a short time.
But at this moment, the subtle, needle-pricking-like abnormal feeling that had been lingering in the back of Lin Feng's mind suddenly disappeared.
Evidently, it was related to the moonlight coming in from outside.
Called moonlight, but in reality, it was the afterglow of the Scorching Sun.
Lin Feng vaguely saw a blurry shadow in front of the window, slowly walking towards him.
When Shen Yue approached, she took out a kerosene lighter from her pocket, slid the flint, and lit an oil lamp placed on the study desk.
