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... was a place as quiet as a library. Every time Hong Yuan came to the Book Pavilion, he felt as if he were dreaming he was back in his college library.
Inexplicably, while in the Book Pavilion, Hong Yuan would find himself tiptoeing around like a child who had done something wrong.
He knew this was an illusion, born from the reverence he held in his heart for knowledge. Furthermore, the Book Pavilion was so quiet that one couldn’t bear to break the silence. Even dropping a pin woul ...
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