1：Is her ideal still alive

　of　feeling　relieved，　she　felt　an　inexplicable　sense　of　foreboding.　She　shook　off　the　feeling　and　went　about　her　morning　routine，　hoping　a　hot　shower　and　a　cup　of　coffee　would　help　clear　her　head.

    After　breakfast，　she　decided　to　take　a　walk　to　clear　her　mind.　The　city　was　already　bustling　with　activity，　but　Sukie　found　solace　in　the　familiar　streets　and　the　rhythm　of　her　footsteps.　As　she　wandered　aimlessly，　she　found　herself　drawn　to　a　small，　old－fashioned　bookstore　tucked　away　in　a　quiet　alley.

    Curious，　she　stepped　inside.　The　smell　of　old　books　and　the　soft　rustle　of　pages　greeted　her，　creating　a　sense　of　calm.　She　wandered　through　the　aisles，　running　her　fingers　along　the　spines　of　the　books.　One　book，　in　particular，　caught　her　eye.　It　was　an　ancient－looking　tome　with　a　worn　leather　cover　and　intricate　gold　lettering.

    Sukie　pulled　the　book　from　the　shelf　and　opened　it，　her　eyes　widening　as　she　saw　the　beautiful，　hand－drawn　illustrations　inside.　The　book　seemed　to　be　a　collection　of　stories　and　legends　from　a　long－forgotten　era.　As　she　flipped　through　the　pages，　she　felt　a　strange　sense　of　connection　to　the　stories，　as　if　they　were　calling　out　to　her.

    Lost　in　the　book，　she　didn，t　notice　the　time　passing　until　a　voice　startled　her.

    ＂Interesting　choice，＂　a　deep，　smooth　voice　said　from　behind　her.

    Sukie　turned　to　see　a　tall，　handsome　man　standing　there，　his　dark　eyes　twinkling　with　amusement.　He　was　impeccably　dressed，　and　there　was　an　air　of　mystery　about　him　that　intrigued　her.

    ＂Sorry，　I　didn，t　mean　to　startle　you，＂　he　said　with　a　charming　smile.　＂I，m　Han　Fengling.　I　couldn，t　help　but　notice　you　seem　quite　engrossed　in　that　book.＂

    ＂I，m　Sukie，＂　she　replied，　blushing　slightly.　＂It，s　a　fascinating　book.　Do　you　work　here?＂

    Han　Fengling　shook　his　head.　＂No，　just　a　fellow　book　lover.　But　I，v