No one at Hailan University knows Shen Shuyou.
He is the youngest history professor at Lanzhou University. He is as gentle as jade and has top academic skills. He is Bai Yueguang who is admired by countless students.
In the first class of the new semester, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face in the classroom.
That face gave him nightmares that night.
The dream was about an old friend who died ten years ago, and it was also an old wound in his heart that had never healed.
Nan Zheng, a young apprentice at the Ancient Book Restoration Institute, has a clear smile and a sincere tone:
"Teacher Shen, can I... Still come to your classes in the future?"
Shen Shuyou nodded: "Of course."
They talked about the rise and fall of history, the restoration of ancient books, and spent the evening together in the bamboo forest with swaying green shadows.
Shen Shuyou thought he had finally found his soulmate, but he didn't realize that the sympathy he had for each other had quietly deteriorated in the day-to-day interactions.
He struggled and hesitated, but finally at the right moment, he expressed his feelings that transcended appreciation and friendship.
To his surprise, Nan Zheng did not retreat, but accepted it gently.
The love between the two is like an unreal dream.
Until that night, Nan Zheng pressed him next to the bed, the smile on his lips remained, but there was only cold sternness in his eyes:
"Teacher Shen, you threw yourself into the trap."
"The person who died ten years ago was you."
"I've been waiting for this moment since the first day I got close to you."
"Shen Shuyou, guess who is... Tempted in this scene?"
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Gentle and elegant university professor (subject)
A dangerous game that begins with premeditation and ends with sincerity
Intention: Love has no success or failure, it is the mark of life; love has no gain or loss, it is the starlight of the soul.