After touring the first floor, the group went to the second floor. The crystal chandelier hanging from the atrium glowed softly, rose-red carpets lined the corridors, peacock green walls adorned with gold powder, floating book pages with words outlined by light forming floating knowledge. An unmanned corner grand piano was playing automatically, Angelina tapped her ear to switch it off, while Tang Xin silently turned it back on and changed the tune to something more soothing.
Feeling uncomfortable under Tang Xin's steady gaze, Angelina showed a troubled expression, and finally sighed lightly, giving up the thought of arguing with the other party.
Bai Youyou stopped and looked up, above her, books were arranged like circular staircases spiraling upwards, Chen Pu's book covers emanated a faint glow, with a pinch of her fingertips, a book flew to her hand.
