The room quieted for a moment.
A moment later, the sharpness against her neck gradually relaxed, and the other person let go. Lu Tong turned around, fumbled for flint and steel, and relighted the lamp.
The weak light illuminated a small section behind the bookshelf and also the face of the other person.
Pei Yunmeng stood in front of the wooden frame, seemingly squinting slightly from the sudden light, and said to her, "Doctor Lu."
Under the lone light of the lamp and the cold moon, the quiet night seemed barren. Surrounded by shelves of books, it was like a person could drown in the torrent of scrolls within.
The young man wore only simple black clothes, not as bright as he was during the day, appearing quiet and cold, his gaze also lacking the usual warmth, calm and dim like the deep sea.
Lu Tong's eyes scanned the medical records in his hands.
He was holding a case record.