"Ziceng," Teacher Pei Luo's tone was also very calm.
"I thought..." Su Ziceng had come to realize that everything was just her own wishful thinking, including her devotion that night, and her proposal to settle in Spain, followed by Pei Luo's silent response.
Perhaps he had hinted at her many times, but love had blinded her, preventing her from noticing in time.
"I thought we were lovers," Su Ziceng squeezed out these words, tears already wetting her eyes.
"Do you remember our initial agreement, to act as temporary lovers? Temporary lovers don't need to negotiate a breakup. Temporary lovers are like interns who've signed a temporary contract—slightly careless, and they can be dismissed without any reason."
"So, Teacher Pei Luo, are you teaching me, your dumbest student, that love involves two people, but breaking up only requires one to make that decision, right?" Su Ziceng clenched her hands, she no longer looked up at Pei Luo, and the tears in her eyes no longer flowed.
