"Here you go." A gentle yet dignified elderly man placed a stack of three books on Lillie's palms.
Hairs had all turned white, wrinkles marred his gentle face in an appropriate amount, and a seemingly permanent, soft smile gracing his lips.
Even when he's already in his late 60s, Headmaster Cheung looked youthful and regal as ever.
Nothing seemed to have changed, Lillie thought, except for the new hairstyle. Last time she saw him, his long, straight hair was simply gathered into a low ponytail.
The Headmaster had always loved his hair, and didn't miss a day not giving it his full attention. Though she was curious why he chopped it off into a modernized style.
"You have visited me at an unfavorable time. This old one would have love to exchange anecdotes over some tea with you."
Glancing at a large pile of paperworks on his desk over his shoulder, Headmaster Cheung lamented. "Alas, the Academy was endowed with a rather bountiful amount of new students this year."