In the evening, the guests in the library gradually dwindled, and it didn't serve those who wished to read late into the night. If there was a book urgently needed for nighttime reading, it could be borrowed and taken home.
Cleaning and organizing the hall was Shi Chun's responsibility.
Miss Liang Ying was behind the counter fiddling with the abacus, doing the accounts.
Shi Chun gathered the books scattered on various tables and carried them upstairs in stacks.
Miss Dong Liangyu upstairs sorted the stacks of books delivered, returning the disheveled collection to its place daily.
This wasn't Shi Chun's job, but he considered it part of his duties. After putting down the last trip of books, he saw Liangyu holding a stack of books in one arm and placing them one by one with the other, struggling. Knowing she wasn't a monk, he quickly stepped forward to help, "Let me carry it."
This wasn't the first time he had helped like this.
