Lin Qianxia gently pushed open the ancient and solemn door of the library with her fingertips, as if she was unveiling a quiet prelude to the afternoon. Golden sunlight, like a fine tapestry, filtered through the towering windows like a dome, gently scattering in the tranquil reading room, coating every inch of space with a warm and soft glow. In the air, the faint scent of books mingled with the unique laziness of the afternoon, forming a melodious tune that belonged only to the temple of knowledge.
Her eyes, like the brightest stars in the deep night sky, slowly wandered among the neatly arranged bookshelves, each gaze seeming to engage in a silent conversation with the wisdom of the past. Her steps were light as she moved through the sea of books, searching for those precious corners that might unravel her doubts and guide her to explore the unknown world.