"Forgive him," Ye Hongyan sighed, the sound echoing softly against the cold stone walls as the two of them walked down the long, high-ceilinged corridor leading away from the faculty room.
Her shoulders dropped slightly, carrying a heavy, invisible weight. "He doesn't mean anything by it. He just suffered a trauma in his youth and doesn't know how to deal with it, so his judgment gets clouded when he feels reminded of the past."
Deep down, she knew that it was just an excuse. Something she will tell herself so that the perfect man, the love of her life, that is buried deep within her heart, will remain untainted.
"No, it's alright. I understand completely, Teacher Ye," Haoran smiled, his voice the very definition of gentle understanding and maturity.
