He’s Waiting for a Snow That Will Never Come

Everyone says Professor Su is aloof and proud, an iceberg in the academic world. Only I know that in the bottom drawer of his desk, he keeps the butterfly hair clip I casually threw away when I was seventeen. "Shen Zhiyi, what makes you think I would wait ten years for you?" Then, outside his lab, I heard him murmuring to a specimen after getting drunk: "She won't even hate me." And that butterfly hair clip, once worn smooth and faded by his touch, is now pinned in the hair of the new teaching assistant.