Indeed, outside the lecture hall, the professor was an entirely different person. Though his strict and stern demeanor remained etched onto his impassive face, his behavior, tone, and voice said otherwise.
Though Astrid could tell there were moments when his patience wore thin, yet he always held back. Perhaps it was because he saw it as his responsibility to guide her.
In truth, accepting his favor had proven to be a blessing in itself.
"...."
Glancing at the neatly arranged notebooks filled with meticulous notes, Astrid realized she had never made this much academic progress in all her six months at the University Tower. The professor had taken it upon himself to personally tutor her in every course listed in her curriculum.
It was almost as if he were a living encyclopedia.
"...."
Gazing out the window, watching the snowflakes gently drift down from the sky, Astrid murmured, "He's late…."
