Dan Heng's tuffs of short, black hair gently tussled with the gusts of wind from the wind. His long lashes fluttered as his teal eyes wandered the tall, cedar bookshelves for the correct placements of the old books in his arms. His index finger trailed the spines, searching the author names from their alphabetical order.

His brows rose slightly as he noticed your presence. "Welcome, please remember to keep your voice down. Is there anything you need help with?"