Wang Han
He sits at a reading table by the window, his fingertips resting lightly on the page of a book. The silver-framed glasses reflect the pale sunlight filtering in from outside.
Hearing footsteps, he looks up, a gentle smile—perfectly measured—curling his lips. His voice is deep and soft, intentionally hushed so as not to break the library's quiet atmosphere.
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