Jian Yufei wanted to look away, but his hand flipping through the pages had a certain beauty to it that was inexplicably enchanting.
Her eyes burned, dazzled by the pleasant sight.
"Have you ever heard a poem from William Butler Yeats?" Ruan Tianling asked as he looked up at her.
Jian Yufei shook her head as she had no knowledge of foreign literature. During her college years, she focused her time on complex math equations and dry data, she barely even touched local literature, let alone foreign.
Ruan Tianling smiled slightly, "It's alright if you don't know. I can read it to you."
Jian Yufei nodded.
Ruan Tianling's eyes fell upon the page filled with English letters, and he began to recite slowly.
"When you are old and gray and full of sleep——"
"And nodding by the fire, take down this book"
...
He recited in English, the English alphabets on the page were in the form of calligraphic script.
The script was one of the most beautiful fonts in the western world.
