Ruyi Square Sub-Department, the Chief Constable's courtyard.
Shen Qingshuang gazed at the young man standing respectfully before her, clad in a black uniform with a saber at his waist. A peculiar glint once again appeared in her beautiful eyes.
The young man before her was Chen Cheng. He had handsome, refined features. Though his every action and expression conveyed deep respect, his eyes were clear and profound, as tranquil as an ancient, undisturbed well. He gave off an impression of calm composure, of steady resolve, as immovable as a mountain.
It was the same feeling she'd had when she first met Chen Cheng half a year ago, and it had not changed in the slightest.
Shen Qingshuang had seen countless young prodigies, but a temperament like Chen Cheng's was one of a kind.
He was neither arrogant nor rash, but calm and composed; neither servile nor overbearing.
