This afternoon. Under the blue horizon. One of the male students, who was very young and handsome, was in the spacious library room, but tended to be quite stuffy.
There Feng Li Qian was sitting leaning on a chair. In between his hands he held a book that was considered very thick pages. He looked at each page regularly. Her thick sweet lips read every word order written in the book.
His face was very serious when he read it. Not once did he turn his head or look the other way. He only remained focused on one point of view, namely on his book.
"Dage!"
A spoiled voice rang out into this quiet and lonely room. The sound that seemed to be whining was made by a female disciple who was arguably younger than Feng Li Qian.
