Pinching the written address in his hands, Duan Qiushu took a deep breath and went to the book academy. It was located in a rather secluded area, but the air was filled with the rich smell of books. It was tranquil and refined.
Duan Qiushu was rather absent-minded as he recalled the dream he once had.
Yun Bixue sat by a window and noticed Duan Qiushu right away. Although he was wearing a worn-out shirt, he still looked clean. Despite looking despondent, he still looked studious. His black-framed spectacles concealed his gaze, but not his overwhelming aura of awe-inspiring righteousness.
Yun Bixue felt that it was unfortunate that Miao Zifu had failed to cherish someone like him.
"Sir, a table for…?"
"I have an appointment."
"Sure, which table would that be, sir?"
