"Ah, no."
"Thank you."
The young girl nodded her head in greeting, sat down with her robes neatly arranged, displaying the distinctive composure and upbringing of someone from a well-known family. Yet, she didn't seem to come from a higher realm like the Lu Xiu that Pei Ye had seen. Instead, she resembled someone from a scholarly family enveloped in the fragrance of books.
In fact, Pei Ye recognized this girl of similar age, who was always seated in the first or second row in their same-level classes, her youthful beauty and grace had made an impression on him.
Pei Ye was distinctly aware that, as she took her seat, some voices of discussion grew louder, some were silenced, and others turned more genteel and cultured.
At that time, she bent her head to organize her books and then turned around to say clearly, "Greetings, classmates, the teachers have assigned essays earlier this month. Those who have completed them can write down their names and submit them to me."
