The study was silent, with thick and soft carpet spread on the floor. The air carried only a faint scent of wood and ink.
Su Xingyu meticulously examined the bookshelves stretching all the way to the ceiling, over and over again, fearing she might miss something. But despite her efforts, she couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. If she weren't certain that Ouyang Yi was interested in finance and yet there wasn't a single finance book in the study, she would have thought that these fashion magazines were all there was.
She motivated herself to try again, thinking maybe she'd discover something on another attempt?
The result was still disappointing.
Just when she was hesitating whether to give up, her hand accidentally knocked a book off the shelf, revealing a small space behind it. She felt something was unusual about the space, unable to pinpoint what was wrong, but the depth of light reflections was different from other places—a sort of instinct a photographer might have.
