"Young master...."
Shen Xinye walked towards Haoran, looking timid.
Her steps were small and hesitant, the pristine fabric of her boots clicking softly against the polished floorboards of the classroom.
She clutched the silver-runed slip of paper tightly against her chest, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force of her grip.
Her heart was hammering violently against her ribs, a beautiful, delicate blush spreading across her cheeks like the first bloom of spring.
She stopped just a few paces away from his desk, lowering her eyes to avoid looking directly into his piercing gaze.
"W-We seem to be paired."
Shen Haoran raised his head and nodded at her, his expression calm, unbothered, and entirely relaxed.
He didn't show any surprise, nor did he display the frantic anxiety that was currently plaguing the rest of the classroom.
To him, the numbers drawn were merely a minor arrangement of fate.
