"Finished." He Xiao looked at the piece of paper in front of him, read it over carefully again, and then handed it to Chen Shanshan.
"Thank you, Teacher." Chen Shanshan took the yearbook from his hand, hesitating in place, as if expecting him to say something more.
"Hm? Is there something else?" He Xiao raised his head, looking at Chen Shanshan standing by his desk, lightly adjusting his glasses with his hand.
"No... nothing." Chen Shanshan's anticipation evaporated in an instant. Over the years, he had always maintained a polite distance from her—not too close, not too far. His gaze would occasionally hold a trace of warmth, but it never carried the indulgent affection Chen Yiran showed when looking at Tianxin.
"I... I'll be leaving now, Teacher. Goodbye." Chen Shanshan suddenly felt she couldn't bear to remain in this office for another second.
He Xiao raised his head, staring at the hurried figure of Chen Shanshan as she left, his gaze lingering on the door for a long time.
