Walking quietly to the sixth floor, row upon row of neatly arranged bookshelves came into view, filled with various books.
Cherish Turner reached out, walking past the bookshelves, her small hand gently touching each book's spine. Moonlight poured into the library, casting a silvery glow in the dark hall. Suddenly, she remembered that she used to love coming to the library to read whenever she had spare time. With no other leisure activities or places to go, this was the best place to relax.
A faint male voice came from nearby, seemingly talking on the phone.
The male voice disappeared, and William Griffith slowly emerged from the bookshelf aisle.
Cherish found a book she had always loved.
She was particularly fond of a line in this book.
William came to her side, his strong arms encircling her body, in such an intimate gesture. She chuckled, calling his name. Then he turned her towards the floor-to-ceiling window, speaking in a low voice, "Cherish, look here."
