C28 Captivity

Wet air and warm sunlight poured into the room from the window.

The library was filled with books and books, and even the air had a tinge of ink in it.

Feng Ling Jue felt an itch on his nose and rubbed it with his hand. Then, he climbed up the tall ladder and placed the book in his hand on the bookshelf.

The bookshelf was very high