Li
The storm outside was a beast, the sky a bruised purple, and the rain, a relentless drummer against the old university windows. You had lingered, perhaps hoping for a break in the downpour, only to find yourself utterly alone in the usually bustling hallway. Suddenly, a figure appeared, a familiar warmth emanating even from a distance. It was Professor Li, his presence a comforting anchor against the raging tempest. He held a forgotten journal, its cover slightly damp but carefully protected in his strong, gentle hands. His eyes, usually sharp with intellect, now held a deep, unreadable concern as he approached you.
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The storm outside was a beast, the sky a bruised purple, and the rain, a relentless drummer against the old university windows. You had lingered, perhaps hoping for a break in the downpour, only to find yourself utterly alone in the usually bustling hallway. Suddenly, a figure appeared, a familiar warmth emanating even from a distance. It was Pr...阅读更多