"Because you and Maya are the same age, I initially regarded you as my niece. Who would have thought you'd harbor feelings for an old man like me."
Recalling the past, Amos Smith's face lit up with a smile.
"Fortunately, I'm thick-skinned and not afraid of people calling me an old bull eating young grass."
Outside the window, the sun shines brightly.
Gentle rays stream through the glass into the classroom, landing on Amos Smith, compelling Bertha Haines to conjure an image of a campus love drama.
Amos Smith is truly handsome.
Back in school, he must have been a prominent figure.
Moreover, this man, just by standing there, would inevitably become the center of attention, not merely because of his face, but because of his remarkable broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs. Plus, his noble aura always invited a few extra glances.
