Gu Jin walked along the lake, her gaze fixed on the dimly lit path ahead. She asked casually, "Do you enjoy being a teacher?"
Xiao Yize responded seriously, "I greatly enjoy being with Miss Gu."
Gu Jin paused briefly.
She looked up at the scattered stars and spoke calmly, "Xiao Yize, do you believe in fate?"
Xiao Yize was momentarily taken aback. He didn't quite grasp Gu Jin's intent at first, replying, "I'm a staunch materialist and have always adhered to Marxist beliefs."
Gu Jin fell silent for a moment. She gazed at the tranquil night sky, which seemed even calmer than the lake. "Look at those suns, moons, and stars. They all follow their own distinct paths. What if I told you that you would come to like me? Would that be the case?"
Xiao Yize's expression darkened.
He had always been patient with Gu Jin, waiting for her to mature, waiting for her to gradually awaken to his feelings.
It was akin to simmering cold water.
