沒在讀書，只在數塵埃

In an old European library beneath a tall arched window, a quiet young woman sits with open books scattered around her, dust motes drifting through the sunlight that spills across the pages. Her dark hair is loosely pinned up, a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses resting low on her nose, and she wears a cream cable-knit sweater. One fingertip slowly traces a line of text on the page, her expression calm and softly focused — serene, intelligent, unhurried by time.

老式歐洲圖書館裡，拱形高窗下，她安靜坐著，攤開的書散落四周，光柱斜切進來，塵埃在光裡慢慢飄。頭髮鬆鬆挽起，鼻樑上架一副細金絲眼鏡，身穿奶白色棒針毛衣。指尖沿著一行字緩緩劃過，神情平靜又專注——沉靜、聰慧，像是被按下了暫停鍵。