He tilted his head, his cheek gently brushing against Li Zhi's long hair. His voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet night, carrying a hint of excitement he couldn't hold back.
"Li Bao…"
Shen Yuan paused. His hand, resting on Li Zhi's arm, gave it a gentle squeeze.
"This monthly exam… I feel like… it's in the bag."
He took a deep breath, as if to let out all his pent-up confidence. "650! I'm absolutely certain I'll get it!"
The lamplight outlined his arched brows and the dancing light in his eyes. It was a confidence forged from countless sessions of focused effort and late-night struggles.
Li Zhi's steps faltered for a moment at his sudden declaration.
Her head dipped even lower, nearly burying itself in her collar, and the arm Shen Yuan was holding remained still.
Li Zhi didn't look at him. Only a soft, muffled voice emerged from her collar, still low, as if carrying the chill of the wind along with a hint of impatience.
