"?" Mo Tingqi paused, feeling a pang of heartache, and his expression became dazed for a moment.

The little girl looked like she was about to cry but couldn't, and her aggrieved voice sounded more like she was whining. Her usually beautiful and expressive eyes on the screen seemed to be covered by a thin veil, making them difficult to see clearly.

Even when they bullied her as children, she never showed such an expression. Even without crying, that look was enough to make him feel heartache and want to rush to her side immediately.

Her furrowed brows and delicate face were frozen on the phone screen.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that she had already switched to video.

There's no need to worry that Mo Xiaoqing will do something rash because she's heartbroken. After all, as the little princess of both the Mo and Mo families, she grew up under the "layers of blows" from her brothers.

She looks like a soft and delicate little girl, but she is actually very strong inside.

Judging from her description, that man probably has no feelings for the young girl.

But judging from the girl's tone, she seemed to really care. He didn't care who she liked or dated outside; as long as it wasn't serious, he let her do what she wanted. But this time—

A glint of uncertainty flashed in Mo Tingqi's eyes.

He might not care who the girl likes, but if anyone makes her shed a single tear, he won't let that person live an easy life. Why should his precious girl, whom he cherishes and protects so carefully, be treated like this by a stranger?

...

Evening self-study.

The professor, nearing 50, looked at his prized student, resting his chin on one hand, holding a pen in his right hand but hesitating to write, his eyes fixed on the exam paper, but his mind wandering elsewhere.

So much so that she didn't even notice him standing behind her for a while, and subconsciously frowned.

It's no wonder Mo Xiaoqing thinks of him. Whenever she sees the name Ji Muhan, even just one part of it, she can't help but think of him.

"Mo Xiaoqing," Professor Qin said gently.

"Professor?" Mo Xiaoqing turned around and saw the professor standing behind her.

"Come out with me for a bit."

Mo Xiaoqing knew she had made a mistake, so she didn't delay and immediately got up and followed.

In the hallway outside the classroom.

"Has something happened at home lately? I've noticed you seem quite distracted in class," Professor Qin asked with a light laugh, looking at Mo Xiaoqing.

In retrospect, her exceptional admission was due to Professor Qin's high regard for her. Although her grades were indeed outstanding, she was only 15 years old when she was admitted, and she hadn't even taken the exam. For many professors at the Imperial University at that time, even though she had a good reputation, they wouldn't be willing to take her on as a professor if they couldn't see any real evidence.

Moreover, Professor Qin is one of the top professors in the country, with a long-standing reputation. Both his resources and professional courses are top-notch. Every year, more than half of the new students in the Department of Ancient Literature come because of Professor Li's reputation.

However, there are only five who can truly be considered Professor Qin's last disciples. One of them has already graduated, and two other senior students are currently doing internships.

However, with Professor Qin's recommendation letter and the excellent grades of the two senior students in their major courses, they started from a much higher level than others.

My most recent mentor is a freshman girl who just entered the university, but in reality, she's a year older than me.

"No." Mo Xiaoqing shook her head.

"Then why have you been so distracted lately?" Professor Qin waved his hand dismissively when he saw Mo Xiaoqing remain silent. "If you feel embarrassed to ask, then you don't have to. I didn't expect you to tell me everything."

Although he had taken on five students, the one he was most at ease with and satisfied with was Mo Xiaoqing, who was standing in front of him now.

Although the girl is young, her achievements and grades in her major courses are in no way inferior to those who have already graduated.

Now that she's a junior and will be entering the workforce and doing internships next year, the young woman has been frequently distracted lately, as if her mind is never in the classroom.

Although she had already completed all her credits, and could actually start her internship now without attending classes, her current state seemed somewhat unwell…

"I'm sorry, Professor, I've encountered some things recently." Mo Xiaoqing bit her lip, lowering her head with some guilt. "I'll..."

"I've noticed you haven't had any new articles lately, so I suppose that troublesome matter hasn't been resolved yet," Professor Qin said with a smile, interrupting her before she could finish.

He knew better than anyone about his prized student's book writing career; in fact, he was the one who discovered her talent and made the connection for her.

That's why he paid more attention to Mo Xiaoqing's affairs.

Seeing Mo Xiaoqing with her head down, looking ashamed and obediently accepting the reprimand, Professor Qin couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He softened and said, "I called you out not to reprimand you or scold you. How about this, if you really feel tightness in your chest and can't concentrate on the lecture, then take a few days off and go out to relax."

“But Professor…” Mo Xiaoqing was taken aback upon hearing this, and looked up at her gentle-looking mentor.

“Why are you having such heavy thoughts, little girl? If I tell you to go out and play, then go out and play for a few days. Anyway, you’ve already finished your studies, and you don’t need to stay in the classroom all the time. But,” Professor Qin paused, pretending to be profound and clearing his throat, “you can’t keep going like this when you come back.”

Mo Xiaoqing blinked gratefully, "Okay."

——This is Mo Xiaoqing's travel dividing line——

Mo Xiaoqing thought about it and realized that given her current state, she really couldn't concentrate on the lessons, so she might as well go out and have some fun for a few days.

I had originally planned to go to Kunming, Yunnan for a few days during the holiday, but then I was thinking about finishing the novel as soon as possible. After finishing it, all I wanted to do was lie on the bed and not get up.

It's been postponed for so long, but it's good to go and take a look now. If this continues, forget about becoming a professor...

I'm afraid even she herself won't be able to stand it anymore...

She made up her mind: after she'd had her fun and vented, she'd be a hero again when she returned to the capital!

Let's get right to it.

Because Mo Xiaoqing always liked to go out and play several times a year, she met several backpackers online.

I contacted two people, but neither of them had time.

Mo Xiaoqing figured she wasn't going abroad anyway, so she didn't join a tour group.

I originally planned to go with my roommates, but all three of them had classes, so I booked a flight for myself for 8 pm.

"Xiao Si, how come you're so lucky? I've been working myself to the bone lately." She can still go on a leisurely trip.

As soon as Jiang Wenjing got back, she threw herself onto the bed.

She felt like she couldn't even lift a finger now, and it was as if she were looking up to the sky and sighing, "How different people are, how different their fates are..."

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy; please do not reproduce it!