Pei Ya heard these words, and his heart suddenly felt a sharp, piercing pain, as though pricked by a needle.
After a long moment, he asked hoarsely, "Why?"
Why couldn't it be him?
Everyone around Professor Qiao was just like Professor Qiao—dedicated, with a deep thirst for knowledge toward the unknown.
Pei Ya was no exception.
As his heart twisted with pain, he stubbornly fixed his gaze on Han Wang, trying to catch any trace of deceit in her eyes.
Han Wang had rarely seen Pei Ya like this.
In her impression, this man had always been carefree and unruly.
Now she realized that she might have misunderstood him all along.
Pei Ya, just like her, was a tenacious person.
He wouldn't give up easily, not until the very end.
"Do you really want to know?"
Han Wang lowered her eyes, avoiding Pei Ya's gaze. Her entire demeanor exuded an unapproachable aloofness, like a startled porcupine bristling its quills to protect itself.