Chapter 7.1
Before she knew it, the sky was getting dark.
Lu Qingyuan rubbed her neck, feeling extremely sore. She couldn’t help but look in Feng Shao’s direction, only to see that he had gone to the bookshelf far behind at some point. If Feng Shao had read all the books on the bookshelves along the way, he might have read hundreds of ancient books.
Lu Qingyuan couldn’t help being curious. Wasn’t he tired after reading so many books? Doesn’t he feel bored?
Looking back at herself, she seemed to have only read a hundred or so books this afternoon, far inferior to Feng Shao. Even with such a large difference in their efficiency, Lu Qingyuan already felt tired and bored.
But having said that, in Lu Qingyuan’s impression, Feng Shao seems to have been very busy ever since the first day she started being an apprentice to the sect, and she rarely saw him having leisure time.
She couldn’t help but look out the window, only to see a round full moon had quietly leaped above the branches, flawlessly shining silver light.
Suddenly, a question popped up in her mind.
Under such a quiet and lonely moonlight, how many nights had Feng Shao spent in this Scripture Pavilion by himself?
Strange to say, in the past, Lu Qingyuan still respected Feng Shao very much in her heart, and was also grateful for Feng Shao’s deliberate care.