Zheng Qing felt his feet touch solid ground.
Everything around him was pitch black, nothing could be seen.
However, the rich fragrance of wood mixed with books rushed towards him, making him immediately realize where he was. However, he remembered clearly that earlier, the Sun of Buji Island had already returned to its position, so why was it still so dark now?
He couldn't help but glance in the direction of the window.
"Because this isn't Buji Island, but Hui Zi Ji. Of course, the Sun of Buji Island doesn't shine on the shop of Hui Zi Ji — help me to the chair so I can rest."
A slightly weak voice reached the boy's ears. Along with this voice, a cluster of weak flames suddenly rose in the Small Red Clay Stove, the orange-red light spread through the cracks of the stove, eventually helping Zheng Qing to barely see the surrounding environment a bit more clearly.
It was indeed the San You Bookstore.
