"I understand, teacher." Ning Youguang smiled gently.
"It's best if you understand." Professor Yu sighed softly, "We've had a lot of work at the institute recently, and you have so much going on outside. I'm afraid you'll get so busy that you'll forget to pay attention to these things. Shi Wangyue is a sensitive person."
Sensitive people always think too much, and thinking too much can easily lead to a series of conflicts.
"It's the end of the year, he's quite busy too." Ning Youguang understood her teacher's concern, "We communicate every day."
"That's good." Professor Yu waved a hand, "Go prepare for the upcoming work. I have some things here that need my concentration."
"Goodbye, teacher."
Ning Youguang gently closed the office door for Professor Yu.
...
The wind howled outside the window.
On the windowsill, purple asters stood, light and romantic.
"Go ahead, what do you want to say?" Ning Youguang pinched Shi Wangyue's cheek, her voice so gentle it could squeeze water.
