Bai Yu’an would later always feel that the moonlight that summer had been stolen. And in that faint glow, he lost hope and faith.
He could see through her thoughts, but instead of criticizing or blaming her, he remained utterly calm. He ran his fingers over the book in his hands, its corners torn, his face blurred in the moonlight. “I’m sorry. I didn’t raise you well.”
In the end, she paid the price for what she had stolen, and her whole worldview came crashing down. She’d gone too far. He was so calm, as if he had truly given up on her.
“Teacher Zhao, it was my fault. I won’t think about you anymore.”
[Bad ending + older man/younger woman + a young girl’s feelings]
