History at the Library

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As if he was taunting Vivian, not even a blip of Ray could be seen.
It was the same the next day.
Then the next day.
Soon, it had been 3 days since she’d waited for the scholar.

Vivian looked at the large grandfather’s clock with half closed eyes.
5 in the morning.
She felt as though she would collapse and sleep, but Vivian barely fought off her drowsiness and started to bustle about.

She paced in circles as she read the book she held in her hand.
It was a book that held the references and opinions of 100 scholars from the Scholar’s Tower and just looking at it made her want to fall asleep.

Waaah! No! I can’t sleep! Vivian threw the book in her hand to the side and started to dance.
Now that she moved her body, this time, sleep started to sweep over her.
She panted and hurriedly took a deep breath and started to sing.
She did everything in her repertoire to stay awake, but her head continuously dropped down to the floor.

Perhaps it was a result of her effort, but at 6 o’clock sharp, she saw Ray walk in through the front door.
He still had his hood draped all over him.

Gasp! He came.

In a total of three days! Before he reached the front of the counter, she walked up to Ray angrily.

She saw how the ends of his lips were raised as if in innocence.
However, it was still a smile so beautiful it appeared to be a piece of art.

“I don’t know what to do with myself when you welcome me as such, Vivian.”

“Ha, that’s right.
I didn’t sleep and continued to wait for you.”

“No wonder.
Your appearance is terrible.
It appears you’re always suffering from sleep deprivation.”

Ray’s hand approached without permission and neatly arranged Vivian’s messy hair behind her ear and then he rubbed the darkened areas under her eyes.

“Pitiful.”

The skin below her eye prickled at the rough fingertips.

“Why didn’t you sleep a little?”

Vivian, who had been made speechless by his contemptible and shameless skinship, shook away his hand, glared at him, and shouted.