But now his question already mixed with heavy personal emotions.
How will Camden River answer?
To some extent, answering clearly would mean admitting Professor Lee's insinuation.
Proximity to vermilion makes one red; proximity to ink makes one black. Windsor Myres is the ink. If one wishes to maintain integrity, they should stay away from her.
Will he answer?
The classroom was silent for a long time, everyone was waiting for an answer.
Camden River's thin lips quivered slightly, looking at Professor Lee on the podium with gray hair and straight back, he couldn't utter a word.
Indeed, his mind was blank, unable to say a single word.
In all the years past, he had never felt so uncomfortable in front of any teacher as he did now, nor had he ever felt so at a loss in any class. He looked at the ground, wishing a crack would open for him to disappear into.
"Camden River!" Professor Lee called him again, his voice stern and loud.
