To his surprise, today, Dr. Rong had brought him one again.
He took a sip, tasting the sweetness of the mango chunks and closed his eyes like a satisfied cat.
The sky outside had darkened and the dusk settling over the campus as they walked side by side.
But as they walked, the memory of the dance returned to him, how many times he had stepped on Dr. Rong's feet and how he might have even dirtied his shoes.
The mango sago in his hand suddenly didn't taste so sweet anymore.
He poked at the tapioca pearls with his straw, his voice small and unsure. "Dr. Rong, I keep messing up everything… do you think I'm stupid?"
Ding Yixin raised his brows slightly, clearly not expecting that question.
He was silent for a moment before replying in his usual calm tone. "I don't want to sound like I'm preaching," he said, pausing briefly. "But I do want you to remember this Yuyu, you don't need to be good at everything. At least when you're with me, just be yourself."
