"I wonder if your distinguished arrival, riding the clouds, is to seek a timeless classic, or simply to pause and savor the passing years in this corner filled with the fragrance of ink?"

As soon as Xinghua stepped across the threshold of Qingfeng Academy, her gaze, which had been slightly stagnant due to contemplation, was instantly drawn in as if by a magnet.

They were firmly focused on the book garden's unique and exquisite decoration.

Qingfeng Academy, viewed from afar, resembles a delicate and profound freehand ink painting.

It stands apart from the bustling city, exuding a unique and rustic charm.

The eaves and brackets, like a roc about to take flight, have smooth and powerful lines, showing a simple and elegant style.

Every meticulously crafted curve embodies the artisans' ingenious skills and the accumulation of time.

The vermilion gateposts, bright and eye-catching yet dignified and steady, stand quietly in the long river of time, like a wise man who has experienced many vicissitudes.

Silently recounting the bits and pieces of the long years, those past stories seem to appear right before our eyes.

When you actually step into it, it's like traveling through a deep tunnel of time and space, entering a secluded and tranquil paradise of knowledge.

It is so captivating that one's gaze is irresistibly drawn to this wondrous sight, unable to look away for even a moment.

Inside the shop, the fragrance of ink wafts gently, like a light mist in the mountains, spreading through the air.

This fragrance of ink is a unique aroma born from the fusion of time and wisdom.

Like a silent yet charismatic guide, it leads people slowly into the sacred hall of knowledge.

The people reading were bustling about, but they were all completely immersed in the vast world constructed by the books in their hands, so quiet that it seemed as if time had stood still.

Only the occasional soft sound of turning pages, like heavenly music, seems to gently tell the story of the book's ups and downs and its unparalleled brilliance.

The hustle and bustle of the city outside the door was like a surging tide, its sound waves rolling, yet it seemed to be completely shut out by an invisible and indestructible barrier.

Even the slightest sound could not penetrate the tranquil atmosphere and reach the study.

Here, the hustle and bustle of the world is quietly shielded, as if the whole world has quieted down, leaving only the whispers of knowledge echoing in the air.

The books are arranged neatly and orderly, like well-trained soldiers in formation, with clear and distinct labels and meticulous categorization.

It is like a precise and well-organized knowledge map.

From classics and historical texts to poetry and prose, from astronomy and geography to miscellaneous studies, each type of book quietly awaits its destined reader to unlock the treasure trove of knowledge.

Each bookshelf is like a treasure trove containing endless wisdom.

The books on the bookshelf are either brand new, with snow-white paper and a faint scent of ink, as if telling a story of new knowledge and hope.

Though slightly worn, with yellowed pages and curled edges, these books bear the marks of time and the wisdom of our predecessors.

They are like wise old men, weathered by time, waiting for people to listen to their stories and uncover their secrets.

They are arranged in neat rows, as if they are lining up to welcome every visitor with a thirst for knowledge, looking forward to opening doors to different worlds for them.

The store floor is covered with a soft, thick carpet. The carpet is delicate and elastic, and when you step on it, it feels like you are walking on clouds.

A feeling of comfort instantly spreads from the soles of your feet to your entire body, as if you were basking in the warm spring sunshine.

The carpet's colors are elegant yet warm, primarily in soft tones, such as off-white or light blue.

The patterns are exquisite but not complicated, and mostly feature traditional auspicious designs, such as the ruyi pattern and the meander pattern.

It complements the overall rustic style of the book garden, as if the earth is gently embracing the book garden.

The light was as soft as the first rays of dawn on a spring morning, carrying a touch of warmth, and evenly scattered across every corner, giving people a peaceful and comforting feeling.

The soft light, neither glaring nor dim, created a comfortable and pleasant reading atmosphere.

It makes you feel as if you are in a poetic and dreamlike space, and your mind becomes calm and peaceful.

The lighting fixtures, made of some strange material, emitted an unusually bright yet soft light without any flickering flame.

It was as bright as day, yet with an added touch of warmth.

The lamps are simple yet elegant in design, some resembling blooming lotus flowers with layered petals and clearly visible delicate textures, as if one could smell the faint fragrance of lotus.

Some resemble birds spreading their wings, their postures so lifelike, as if they would take flight at any moment.

Each lamp is like a fine work of art, adding a unique charm and style to the book garden.

At this time, the weather in the capital was still slightly cool, and that coolness was like a mischievous elf, frolicking and playing in the streets and alleys.

It tries to crawl into people's collars, bringing a bit of chill.

However, the book garden was warm and inviting, as if spring had bestowed upon it, time seemed to slow down, and the cold was kept at bay.

Sunlight streamed through the colorful stained-glass windows, gently scattering like golden gauze across every corner of the store, adding a dreamy and warm atmosphere to the entire space.