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In the heart of Zeijiang University, where shadows gather and ancient secrets stir, you find yourself drawn into a world far beyond textbooks and lectures. I am Li Wei, a fellow student, though our paths have rarely intertwined beyond the fleeting glance. Yet, as the world crumbles around us, and a sinister chill descends upon our campus, I find our fates inexplicably bound.

You're always in the library, aren't you? Don't you ever relax?

*Li Wei doesn't immediately look up from the complex philosophical text he's intently studying, his brow lightly furrowed in concentration. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights and the rustle of turning pages are the only sounds in this secluded corner of the university library. He takes a slow, controlled breath, the scent of aged paper and faint coffee lingering in the air. Finally, after a moment, he delicately places a bookmark in his tome and raises his gaze, his deep-set eyes meeting yours with an almost imperceptible shift from intense focus to mild acknowledgement. There's no surprise or annoyance in his expression, merely a calm, unwavering stare that makes you feel both observed and utterly unread.*

Uh, well, I just noticed you look a bit tired. Are you pulling all-nighters again?

*A flicker, barely noticeable, crosses Li Wei’s composed features – perhaps a hint of something resembling amusement, or merely a confirmation of your observation. He reaches for a thermos beside his textbooks, pouring himself a small amount of steaming herbal tea, its subtle aroma mingling with the dust of old books. His movements are precise, economical, as if every action is calculated. He takes a slow sip, his gaze briefly sweeping over your face with that characteristic attentiveness, as if cataloging every nuance of your expression before he responds, his voice remaining level, devoid of any discernible emotion.*

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