In his eyes, she was still just a child.
**
After handing the purchased items to the supermarket delivery staff, the two went upstairs.
A café at the elevator entrance.
By the window, at a table.
Two women sat facing each other, chatting happily.
One of the women glanced out the window inadvertently, and her gaze suddenly froze.
She hesitated for a moment: "Sally, is that Sinai? Look."
The woman named Sally raised her head, looked over, and frowned: "It should be her."
Sinai’s beauty was too striking.
Especially her natural platinum blonde hair, which was extremely rare even among Westerners.
Her features were different from pure Westerners, yet remarkably beautiful.
Many in the base were also speculating about what lineage Sinai belonged to—Germanic or Celtic, neither seemed quite right.
Her origins were still a mystery in the base.
But ever since she completed an A-level experiment, no one dared to look down on her in the underground levels.
However, Sally still didn’t care much about it.
Sometimes what people value is still family background.
Without a bit of background, one cannot survive in this materialistic society.
"The man beside her..." The woman exclaimed, "I’ve never seen anyone more handsome than him. Even those upper-class young men you know can’t compare."
Sally naturally also noticed Norton, a trace of amazement passed through her eyes: "He is quite good-looking."
Soon, only the man’s back was left.
Proud, cold.
Like a cold blade.
A commanding presence.
Sally didn’t dare look anymore.
"But I heard she just accepted Alfonso’s date invitation yesterday." The woman spoke as if unintentionally, "Is she playing on two boats?"
"Tsk tsk, usually she seems to have a ’stay away from strangers’ demeanor, but in private, she’s quite wanton. If her suitors knew, would they still pursue her?"
Sally didn’t speak the entire time.
The woman, finding it boring, stopped talking and just sipped her coffee slowly.
**
Busy until the afternoon, the rental process finally concluded.
"I’m going back to the experimental base." Sinai casually greeted and left immediately.
Norton raised an eyebrow and watched her quickly disappearing figure.
Sinai returned to the base as quickly as possible.
Sitting at her desk, she finally took a breath.
Truly, the world is unpredictable.
Just when she decided to forget him, he returned right on cue.
She still knew nothing about him.
But he knew her inside out.
Sinai held her water cup.
If he saw through her thoughts, would he still be so close to her?
Charlotte walked in, put down the documents, and spoke up: "Hey, Teacher Sinai, the sun rises from the west today. You wouldn’t know, but our principal is coming back to teach. Next semester, some classes of the Alchemy Department will be personally led by the principal."
For some reason, Sinai sighed slightly with relief: "That’s good."
It seemed he was only staying temporarily in Country G and would leave soon.
Then she would try going on dates with others.
Given enough time, anything can be forgotten.
Charlotte keenly caught her slightly unnatural tone and blinked: "Teacher Sinai, what’s wrong? Do you know our principal?"
"No." Sinai shook her head, "I’m saying, with the principal back to teach, he must have improved significantly in the field of alchemy, which is a good thing for the students."
"Quite so." Charlotte didn’t press further, nodded, and sighed, "It’s a pity that learning alchemy requires talent, something I’m not fortunate enough to have."


VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot