song qincheng had been in and out of this study room many times.
the wall of books was the most familiar.
it had a retro wooden design, and the books seemed to be placed in a mess, but they were actually divided into different categories.
in front of the book wall, there was a human-shaped ladder used to take the books from high up.
every time, she would either take away an original world-class masterpiece from here, and when she encountered unfamiliar words, she would come back and flip through the oxford english-chinese dictionary to read it. or, after reading it, she would stand on the wooden ladder and put the book back in its original place.
even though song qincheng did not use much strength, the door still creaked open.
