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... s usual bustle temporarily absent as it was nighttime. The library hall was empty, with the exception of the central table, where Feng Zhenyu sat in contemplative solitude.
Feng Zhenyu's gaze, was fixed on a flute resting in his hands. His slender fingers absentmindedly traced the instrument's intricate carvings, as if seeking solace in its gentle curves.
"Boo!"
Feng Zhenyu's calm demeanor remained unbroken as he turned to face the sudden interruption that came from behin ...
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