Every floor of the library houses tall bookshelves, neatly arranges books from ancient to modern times, from China and abroad. A faint scent of ink and paper permeates the air, it's not unpleasant, rather it strangely calms the mind.
Hannah alone made her way to the third floor, while Tessa Thompson and a few other girls remained on the first floor, each holding an extracurricular book.
This was considered a rare moment of relaxation.
There weren't many people on the third floor; Hannah stood on tiptoes and stretched her hand to pull a book from the shelf.
The book was written in a foreign language, she only looked at it for a short while before preparing to put it back.
Standing on tiptoes with her hand just lifted, the book in her hand was snatched away from behind.
Startled, she turned around to meet a boy's dark eyes, still tinged with a hint of mirth.
