"This is beyond my expectations," Lin Zhuyue spoke, "I don't know what to do." She rubbed her head and brushed her hair aside. Even within all the strangeness of this shop, this was a unique product.
"What were you expecting," the woodchopper asked her inquisitively. "Could it be, you don't like books?" As he asked that question, his voice turned a bit quieter, as if fearing his statement may come true if spoken out.
