On the first day of the semester, Xia Wanxing, in a panic, runs straight into the arms of the youngest and most ascetic associate professor in the physics department.
Coffee splashes all over him. On the verge of tears, she says, “I'm sorry, Professor. I'll pay for it…”
The man lowers his eyes and gently brushes the corner of her reddened eye with his fingertip. His voice is low and husky. “No need.”
After that, he calls only on her in class, tutors only her in his office, and takes only her back to her dorm on rainy days.
The whole campus is wondering: Who does the cold Professor Shen belong to?
Until one evening during self-study, he corners her in the hallway, his voice low and affectionate:
“Xia Wanxing, come to my office after class. Be good, and I'll tell you the answer.”
