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Under the soft lighting, the scent of ink and the smell of paper pages filled the study.
In one corner of the study, a huge bookshelf stood tall, brimming with all sorts of books, from hefty encyclopedias to hardcover poetry collections, each one radiating the charm of knowledge.
Wen Mian's face was as smooth as jade, her eyes brimming with intelligence and vivacity.
She gently picked up a novel from the bookshelf, flipped through the pages, seemingly deeply captivated by the story within.
Sitting in front of the desk, Pei Zhiyao was dressed in a black shirt, the collar slightly open, revealing the elegant lines of his neck.
His features were deep and sculpted, with a tall nose bridge and a slightly upturned mouth, giving off an aura of composure and confidence.
Pei Zhiyao focused his gaze on the computer screen, his fingers tapping lightly on the keyboard, making a pleasing sound.
