More than two thousand books?
Lin Yixun stared at the books on the floor, feeling a weight on her head. With so many books, organizing them would take forever.
But did she have any choice other than to comply?
Resigned to her fate, Lin Yixun squatted down and started to tackle the mountain of books in front of her. She thought if she was lucky, she might finish sorting the books before nightfall, but she ended up overestimating herself.
Time ticked by, and by the time it was dark outside, she had only managed to organize the bottom three shelves. She looked up to see that the top four shelves were still empty.
Lin Yixun pounded her waist hard; it was sore and weak, almost not feeling like her own. At that moment, her stomach also started to growl, reminding her that she had been so busy all day that she forgot to eat dinner.
