Dong Shanshan shook her head: "He never asked, and I don't want to say. Honestly, liking a married man is not something to be proud of."
Su Nanxing said: "Liking someone isn't wrong. The key is that this affection has to be bound by morals. He's excellent, and your liking him has nothing to do with age or status, which is perfectly normal. Shanshan, you're not wrong. It's just… if you pursue your postgraduate studies, you'll inevitably have contact with your professor…"
Before Su Nanxing could finish, Dong Shanshan explained: "The graduate school I applied to is not my alma mater."
Su Nanxing was startled: "Then…"
"I'm not planning to see that professor again." Dong Shanshan smiled: "He's a beam of light in my life, but he's destined not to belong to me. If I were to become his graduate student, we'd inevitably have more interactions. Even if I never tell him I like him, it would still be a form of disrespect—to him, and to his wife."
Su Nanxing smiled as well: "You're amazing."
