Had nightmares again.
Mingjue woke up at midnight, glanced at the coffin hidden on the beam beside him, and felt slightly relieved.
At this moment, he was also lying on this hard beam, with rows of spiral bookshelves below him.
The third floor of the library originally held those huge volumes that were least popular. Don't say that no one comes during vacations, even when school starts, unless cramming for exams, few people usually come here.
Mingjue had been isolated in the courtyard for too long. Although he could still see some outside situation, it didn't have much effect; he had become completely disconnected from society.
However, the current academy had a vast collection of books, and his accidental hiding here brought him joy.
It's just that maybe there were too many books; the more he read, the more worries accumulated.
In the silent and lonely midnight, he often wondered: "Does foster father really want to survive?"
