After yelling at Anya just now, Xav was haunted by guilt. Although his eyes remained focused on the thick object, with the remains of the last page, but his mind had been drifting since before somewhere else. He became uneasy. There was a hint of regret weighing him down.
He took the bookmark, and marked it, then closed and returned the book to its built-in bookshelf.
Xav let out a long sigh, more like a whimper, then he thought for a moment. About whether he should leave the room now or whether he should stay there until his own time. Three days ago, before starting his meditation, ahh... more like non-stop studying, overworking, torturing himself and withdrawing from civilization. Xav had told everyone in his palace that no one was to step foot on the third floor without his permissio
