In my sophomore year of college, I met him. From then on, I gave myself to him, body and soul. He was refined and courteous, and my classmates called him Professor Gu. No one knew about the relationship between us...
He was a teacher who imparted knowledge and nurtured the young. I was a student who dared to love and hate. By day, we discussed ideas and reasoned things out. By night, we became two lonely souls. He lifted my chin and said, "You're such a sweet, sensible girl." I gave a bitter smile. Had he ever loved me, even a little?
His heart was as cold and hard as ice and iron. He had not the slightest pity for me. In anguish, I tore open my own chest and threw my heart away. If I had no heart, would I no longer feel this pain?
But my heart was torn out again and again, and each time it ached for him all over again. Time wore away my feelings and shattered my hopes for happiness. At last, I no longer felt pain.
I watched him kneel on one knee, holding out a ring. He raised an eyebrow. "Can't take a joke, can you?!"
