Patience's POV
I fell silent.
Unless I could truly bear to see that $1.2 million rare book thrown into the trash, I had no choice but to agree.
And he had pinpointed my interests accurately. I was indeed fascinated by the book market.
"Alright," I said.
Two days later, Cyrus took me to the book market.
As he had said, there were indeed many rare books here, including some that were out of print.
I browsed with great interest, occasionally picking up books to flip through.
Cyrus followed behind me, his cedar scent steadily enveloping us like an invisible barrier, shutting out the noisy surroundings.
I even bought two books that caught my eye, my fingers caressing the yellowed pages, feeling quite pleased.
During a break, we went to the restaurant on the top floor of the mall.
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