Watching her flustered and anxious, yet unable to utter a single word, Fu Yihan's lips lifted slightly as he turned his gaze out the window.
"Your identity has always set you apart from ordinary students."
His voice, cool and distant, carried an ethereal quality as though it came from the edge of the sky.
"Mr. Fu..." Su Qingnuan clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, speaking cautiously, "No matter what my identity is, from the moment I entered the school, I have only been its student. So..."
She suddenly turned around, looking at Fu Yihan with utmost seriousness, and said solemnly, "I hope Mr. Fu can understand."
"Ha!" Fu Yihan tilted his head, a peculiar emotion flickering in the depths of his cold, detached eyes. "You think too highly of me, don't you?"
Su Qingnuan froze momentarily, unable to respond.
Seeing her fall silent, Fu Yihan leaned slightly in her direction. "Have you not heard the rumors about Fu Yihan before?"
"...What rumors?" Su Qingnuan feigned ignorance.
