Is it because I'm too lonely?
Or is it the alcohol that's muddled my mind?
Or could it be that I've actually developed a bit of a fondness for this student?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but recall Leng Xuan's unique aura that seemed completely at odds with his age, as if he were a haven from the storm, where I could moor and no longer worry about the tempests brewing outside!
It's such an illusory feeling, one that Pang Shanshan couldn't begin to explain!
The night wind blew in through the window, gently tugging at the locks of hair by the beautiful class advisor's temples, while the milky moonlight tenderly spilled onto her hair and face, casting her lovely visage in an otherworldly glow reminiscent of jade ice and snow. It was truly enchanting, yet within that charm seemed to lie a thread of poignant beauty...
