After Jiang Yu left, she experienced how scary it meant to lose something than not being able to have it. Because of the past experience, she would be constantly reminded of it as it crept up her mind each time she thought about it and caused further pain.
Jiang Yu clenched the textbook in his hand and pursed his lips. "You want me to leave Imperial College, right?"
Ye Xue hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant. What I meant was..."
Before Ye Xue could finish her sentence, Jiang Yu smiled bitterly. "Then why did you want me to find a teacher alone? Am I an eyesore to you? or Am I disturbing you?"
"Jiang Yu, that's not what I meant." Ye Xue was anxious, and her fair cheeks immediately turned red. "You've already missed so many classes. Skipping classes won't do you any good. Why don't you hire a teacher to teach you one-on-one? You can learn faster."
