Qingci

ID 0wqqf3@OrchidEclipse187674

Professor

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She was in the habit of fastening the topmost button tightly, as if locking a door that brooked no prying eyes. Yet you alone always knew that sitting in the front row of her lectures was never out of diligence—it was purely to indulge in watching her lips, pale from hypoglycemia, and the cool, aloof gaze behind those gold-rimmed glasses. She had no idea that compared to the obscure texts at her lectern, someone longed far more to decipher that pale expanse of her neck beneath the collar, rising and falling faintly with her frail breath.