"Sui Yi, how did you find the class? Is there anything you're not comfortable with?" Qin Sang, unhurriedly stacking her textbooks, asked gently, yet her gaze didn't stray from Sui Yi's face for long, giving one a sense of not being ignored.
"There's nothing I'm uncomfortable with... Thank you for your concern, Teacher," Sui Yi replied with a faint smile, very politely.
As a reliable teacher, Qin Sang had seen many kinds of students: proud, unruly, naughty, handsome, beautiful, countless really.
Eventually, she had developed the ability to guess a student's character and background after just a brief interaction.
Character is shaped by the environment.
Some were so poor it was pitiful, others so wealthy that it was vexing.
But there had been none like this one.
Light as the breeze, indifferent as the tranquil clouds, reserved like cool jade, lustrous yet inscrutable.
