My Senior Zhou

In Zhou Yu'an's world, I was like an invisible speck of dust.

I quietly fixed flaws in his thesis, handled tricky disputes, and called a car for him when he was drunk.

For years, he searched for the benefactor with the username "Where the Forest Deepens, the Deer Appears," never realizing I was right beside him.

Only when I moved far overseas did he finally realize that there was only one person he had lost all contact with.

When we met again five years later, he gripped my wrist. "Let's talk about 'Where the Forest Deepens, the Deer Appears.'"

I stirred my cold coffee. "And what if you find her?"

His palm was burning hot. "She owes me a confession in her own words."