Entrance of the library.
The afternoon sun cast the old locust tree's shadow long and slanted.
Dean Li was panting heavily, his cloth shoes nearly smoking from running. He was nervously gripping Lin Wan Yi's wrist, with a force that seemed as though letting go would make her fly away.
"Classmate Wanyi, be honest with your teacher, that old guy Qian Xuezhang didn't force you, did he? Did he promise you any benefits?"
Lin Wan Yi looked at his sweat-drenched forehead and anxious eyes, feeling a bit helpless, yet also warmed.
She gently withdrew her hand, adjusting the heavy stack of foreign books in her arms to a more stable position.
"Dean Li, don't worry."
Her voice was calm, like a gentle breeze across a lake, "Professor Qian just discussed some academic issues with me. I have no intention of changing departments, nor will I ever have."
"Really?" Dean Li's eyes lit up, like a drowning man grasping a wooden plank.
