Xu Feng and Erlang had finally reached the renowned Central Bookstore, a tiny literary haven in the heart of Yilin town. The old bookstore exuded a sense of timelessness, its aged wooden shelves and antique scrolls lending it a unique charm.
With its traditional Donghua style, it stood as a demonstration to the town's appreciation for both the old and the new. For Xu Feng, it was all old and antique, but that was a different discussion entirely.
Upon entering, one couldn't help but be entranced by the well-preserved surroundings. The bookstore was a blend of old-world beauty and well-kept interiors, with its scent of old paper and ink welcoming every visitor.
The shelves were lined with a vast collection of books and scrolls, making it a treasure trove for book lovers and scholars alike. Xu Feng felt like he'd found a new paradise, he didn't mind waiting for his husbands here for a little longer.
