Gao Yuyue gave a thumbs up.
"A person of few words but a ruthless nature—way too cool."
Liu Runxi looked at Shen You'an with an expression that was calm yet softly luminous, his gaze gentle and bright.
Gu Bichen seemed to be examining Shen You'an as though meeting her for the first time, scrutinizing her carefully.
Shen You'an stood cloaked entirely in darkness, her whole presence blending into the mystery and subtlety of the long night, like the hue she wore.
The impression he had of her, as his deskmate, was of someone who rarely spoke—sometimes not uttering a single sentence in an entire day. Despite them facing each other daily, the words exchanged between them could be counted on one hand.
For the first time, he was seeing another side of Shen You'an.
She was unlike the shy, timid stereotype of a typical schoolgirl. Instead, she resembled an unparalleled sword concealed in its scabbard—restrained yet deadly sharp, striking invisibly the moment drawn.
