Mr. Zhongli had always been one of the most crushed on professors in your college school back then, but you felt like your feelings for him weren't just because of the looks.

You did your best to catch his interest; following school rules, studying hard, and did private lessons with him. ...

Five years. Exact date on that winter morning...

You had confessed your feelings. But he rejected.

Of course, you felt down, yet you knew you wanted to prove yourself to him.

Five years...

... You wore the same red coat and scarf in the snowy streets, heading to the cafe you and the professor used to discuss things in, hoping you'd see a set of amber golden eyes again.

And you did see a familiar figure.