Mu Daxian quietly stretched out his hand and pressed the close button.
"Clang—clang!"
The elevator doors closed quickly, not only startling his classmate but also catching Lin Yi off guard.
Lin Yi hurriedly took a last glance at the Library through the narrowing gap of his classmate.
Unfortunately, his field of view was affected by Mao Feiyang's vision, and despite his best efforts, he could only see a slightly blurred environment.
From his angle, he could only see a wall decorated with carved brown-yellow wooden panels, on which hung a painting framed in a box.
That glimpse passed swiftly, so much so that Lin Yi couldn't even make out the contents of the painting, only sensing it was either an oil painting or some kind of impressionist work. The rough lines and bold strokes outlined what seemed like a corner of a war, or perhaps a ceremony.