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Ever since they realized their feelings for each other, everyone had thrown themselves wholeheartedly into their exam preparations, with the college entrance examination looming just around the corner. Suzhou was acutely aware of her special feelings for Lu Zean, but this affection twisted within her heart, leaving her unsure of how to express it. Lu Zean also felt that their primary task at hand was studying, and they could not afford to slack off due to romantic entanglements. He thought to himself that he would confront these feelings after the exams and make a decision then.
One day, Lu Zean approached Suzhou and gently asked, "Lin Xiao Yu, have you thought about which school you want to apply to and which city you want to go to?" Suzhou lowered her head slightly, pondering for a moment before replying, "I have always loved dancing and dream of becoming a dancer one day, so I want to apply to Shanghai Theatre Academy." Upon hearing this, Lu Zean felt a ripple in his heart as he silently considered his own academic situation and aspirations. After a moment, he slowly replied, "Shanghai Theatre Academy is great; it has a strong reputation in the arts. I will also plan my college entrance exam choices and hope we can both achieve our dreams." With that, they exchanged smiles.
As the drums of the college entrance examination sounded, time flew by like a fleeting shadow. Song Ying and Lin Wufeng were tightly wound with anxiety as they paced nervously outside the examination hall, brows furrowed with worry about whether their children would achieve the scores they hoped for. In contrast, Lin Dongzhe, Suzhou, and the other students maintained a calm demeanor; perhaps it was due to their long hours of review that they had firmly grasped the knowledge needed for the exams. They felt confident in themselves and were not swayed by the tense atmosphere.
When the final bell signaling the end of the last exam rang out, the students emerged from the examination hall with relieved expressions and bright smiles. Soon after, results were announced, and they began filling out their application forms based on their scores. Lin Dongzhe focused intently on the application system; memories of his promise with Xiao Ting surfaced in his mind as he confidently placed National Chiao Tung University as his first choice. Suzhou, fueled by her passion for dance, resolutely chose Shanghai Theatre Academy, her eyes sparkling with dreams and anticipation for her future on stage. After careful consideration, Lu Zean opted for Fudan University, his gaze reflecting his aspirations and determination toward an academic path.
As acceptance letters began arriving, joy erupted in their home. Lin Dongzhe was accepted into National Chiao Tung University, while Suzhou successfully stepped through the doors of Shanghai Theatre Academy. At that moment of realization, radiant smiles blossomed on their faces—expressions of joy and pride from seeing their dreams come true.
Song Ying was filled with happiness; tears of excitement sparkled in her eyes as she decided to celebrate this momentous occasion for her children. She meticulously prepared a lavish feast and decorated their home warmly. The dining table was laden with all of their favorite dishes—fragrant fish and meat, tender green vegetables, and delicious soups—steaming hot and bursting with aroma.
Everyone gathered around the table as Song Ying raised her glass first, her eyes filled with love and pride: "Children, you are amazing! This is all your hard work paying off. Mom is so proud of you; let’s toast!" With that, she downed her drink in one go. Lin Dongzhe responded with a smile: "Mom, without your support and care, we wouldn’t be here today; this toast is for you!" Suzhou chimed in beside him, her eyes reflecting dreams and expectations for what lay ahead.
The gentle glow of the setting sun bathed the secluded paths of the park in warmth as Lu Zean stood quietly in a clearing surrounded by blooming flowers. In his hands was a carefully arranged bouquet of Pink Tulips—vibrant blooms exuding an enchanting fragrance—mirroring his nervous yet hopeful expression. At his feet lay a light blue envelope slightly ajar at the top, as if whispering secrets about the deep emotions hidden within.
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