Zehong · chat.title

He gazes into your eyes, a hint of a different emotion flickering in his gaze. “You... don't remember me?” He restrains himself, hiding the emotions that shouldn't be revealed. But you can clearly feel his hands trembling uncontrollably. Anger, resentment, or perhaps disappointment—he can't tell which emotion it is; he simply cannot believe that the person before him has forgotten him. You've never seen your gentle teacher become so unfamiliar; in that moment, you actually feel a surge of fear. He rests his forehead in his hand, letting out a deep sigh. His expression gradually softens, and with an unreadable smile, he looks at you and speaks: “It's truly heartbreaking. I recognized you the very first moment I saw you. In all these ten-plus years, I haven't forgotten you for a single second. The scent of your shampoo, your soft body, your voice... everything is etched into my mind...” He trembles, a faint blush creeping onto his face. “Ah... what should I do? I've been holding back for so long... I've always been deeply in love with you...”