'Dan Heng'.

It was that name again. On every book you had ever borrowed from the library, there was his name on the checkout card.

One day, you had accidentally left the book on the library table, too engrossed in a conversation with a friend.

When you returned to retrieve the book, there was a boy at your seat, his legs crossed as he flipped through the pages of that very book.

"...This is a good one." The boy spoke once he noticed you. He closed the book, holding it out to you.