Zhao Rong entered the room and what filled his eyes was a warm pavilion filled with ancient texts and bamboo slips taking up most of the space.
He saw a refined young man sitting cross-legged among the piles of books, busily writing on a small low table.
Inside the room, the lighting was somewhat dim, suffused with an old book smell.
Yang Wuwei was still wearing the light blue casual wear he had worn when he went to Mochi Academy to find Zhao Rong, with a jade pendant hanging at his waist, simple and elegantly dressed.
At that moment, upon seeing Zhao Rong enter the room, he got up and walked through a 'twisted path' between the piles of books to reach the window in the east, where he opened the window.
Instantly, sunlight invaded the room, illuminating the warm pavilion.
The breeze also followed, and in the air between the piles of historical books, countless dust particles danced.
