Fang Meng went to the kitchen cabinet specifically designated for instant noodles and pulled out two cups. She tore open the packaging, poured in the hot water, placed them on a tray, and carried them to Jiang Qian's bedroom.
Jiang Qian's bedroom was spacious yet incredibly cramped. Surrounding her massive, dark-black bed were stacks of books, each half the height of a person. They were piled layer upon layer, resembling thick fortress walls that encircled the bed and left only a single narrow path. Despite the seemingly chaotic arrangement of the books, even the young maid who came in daily to clean didn't dare touch them. She wouldn't even pick up the ones that had fallen to the floor. If the order of the books was disturbed, Jiang Qian would have to spend a considerable amount of time tracking them down again.
Fang Meng pulled a table over, asking curiously, "Are there a lot more books in here lately than before?"
