"I just think that sometimes we could misread the hints,"
Fu Qian explained casually, facing Medea's gaze that seemed to doubt his intelligence.
"That excuse doesn't seem clever at all."
Unexpectedly, after the initial shock, Medea quickly adjusted her mood and smiled at Fu Qian.
"I know you don't want your teacher to be upset."
"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile."
"Speaking of which, have you looked through everything in the file bag?"
"Yes."
Fu Qian did not deny it.
"You must be the first person to have seen those things."
Medea examined Fu Qian's photo in her hand, which by now had completely taken shape.
Fu Qian glanced at it as well.
Indeed, his high school student image didn't feel out of place at all.
"I know you might find it hard to understand, and it may seem rather immoral, but those are indeed cherished happy memories for me."
"It's okay, those who know me always think I'm immune to morality."
