While Han Wenxuan indeed was not at fault, and he certainly had taken good care of her when they were together, Mu Xiangwan did not want to make things worse. She spoke in a calm and composed manner, "You're a teacher, and I'm a student. We were never suitable for each other in the first place—"
"But that's not what you said before!" Han Wenxuan's face turned serious, unable to accept Mu Xiangwan's deliberate drawing of boundaries.
"Before... the me before was immature. I only acted on feelings without considering the consequences. Now I think... it's impossible for us."
"But you clearly loved me back then!"
"Love?" Mu Xiangwan contemplated, looking calmly at Han Wenxuan, "It's probably not love... just like how a young girl might swoon over a handsome young man, I guess I was just smitten by your looks."
Han Wenxuan frowned deeply, completely unable to accept this reality.
