He asked her name, and she gently replied "Fang Wu".
"'Huang'? Is there such a surname?" Zheng Zhiyi said casually.
"You heard wrong, my name is 'Fang Wu'. A square inch, a deserted place."
Love or hate, it doesn't matter anymore. She was destined to witness the betrayal and departure of the people she loved one by one, leaving her desolate but unable to hate her anymore.
Long after the moment of hatred changed her life, she herself did not believe that she had ever fallen in love with her teacher, and it was for such a humble reason.