A night in early autumn, cool and pleasant. In front of the city's central library, a wave of people surged. They were both male and female, and most of them held a book in their hands, some even holding up support signs. Hope and expectancy adorned everyone's faces.
Even the passersby could sense that something important was happening in the library, that an important person had appeared, stirring the crowd into such frenzied excitement.
Among the fans were not only young people but also intellectuals of middle age and even some elderly with spectacles and grizzled hair. The books they held all bore the same name.
You Mingxu stood outside the building, feeling slightly hot, but tolerable. The weather was not cold yet, and many people were still wearing short sleeves, long sleeves at the most. She alone wore a trench coat, covering her whole body, her collar raised, and adorned with a duckbill cap and a mask. This earned her a few surprised glances from the crowd.
