>Professor Shen was known throughout the college as an untouchable beauty.
>He tore up my paper in front of everyone. “You dare turn in work of this quality?”
>That night, I vented my frustration by posting dark art on social media under the mysterious alias Night.
>Professor Shen's account, which never interacted with anyone, immediately liked and commented: “A soul set ablaze.”
>The next day in class, he gave me a cold look. “Art? A waste of time.”
>Yet that night, he wrote a thousand-word analysis of the composition under Night's post.
>I ventured, “Professor, do you like art?”
>He pushed up his glasses. “I don't understand it, but Night's work keeps me awake.”
>Then he came down with a fever and took time off, so I went to bring him some lesson plans.
>I pushed open the study door and found the walls covered with enlarged details of my paintings.
>Feverish and delirious, he murmured, “Wanwan... Night...”
