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Most of the parents had arrived, and the school leaders began to take the stage to deliver their speeches. Yao Nian scanned the crowd but did not see Shen Du's figure. Her heart sank for a moment, but she still firmly believed that Shen Du was not someone who would break his promise.
Halfway through the speech, the ceremony hall erupted in warm applause. Her gaze occasionally darted toward the entrance, hardly noticing when Xu Jiayi had come to stand beside her.
"Hey," Xu Jiayi nudged her elbow. "You look a bit pale."
Yao Nian snapped back to reality, feeling a slight pang in her stomach. "I'm fine; I just think I might be hungry."
Xu Jiayi felt a twinge of guilt. If it hadn't been for the earlier incident that made Yao Nian wash her face and redo her makeup, they wouldn't have missed their meal time. "Let me go grab you a little cake to tide you over?"
Yao Nian rubbed her belly, the cramping sensation becoming more pronounced. "There's no time; I'll eat after the speeches are done."
Their former homeroom teacher had reminded them that each class would send a representative to speak, and as an exemplary student known for her well-rounded abilities, this responsibility naturally fell to Yao Nian. However, the teacher had other motives as well; he believed that having her on stage would be more visually appealing.
At this moment, though, Yao Nian's mind was far from the idea of speaking. She wasn't someone who enjoyed being in the spotlight; she had only dressed up so elegantly for one reason.
"Now, please welcome Yao Nian from Class Three of Senior Year to give her speech."
Hearing her name announced from the stage, Yao Nian quickly composed herself and slowly walked up. Under the spotlight, she stood at the center of the stage, the delicate light reflecting off her satin dress, outlining its contours like a doll escaping from a music box.
Her clear voice resonated throughout the banquet hall. "My senior year—no, I should say our senior year—cannot simply be described as happy. The daily grind of three points on a straight line, countless sleepless nights, and endless sheets of exam papers—those days we once longed for have finally arrived."
She lowered her gaze slightly. "You may have heard many blessings by now, but I still wish to share something that can prove our beautiful memories in the future."
Perhaps it would be like a playground after rain in summer, filled with the faint scent of fresh grass.
It might also be the sound of the school bell ringing, signaling the end of class, while there are still unsolved math problems lingering in the air. It is the sunset seen from the dormitory corridor, and the evening glow that catches your eye when you suddenly look up from your homework.
Three years feel short; in the moment when a page is turned, or when chalk glides across the blackboard, they can seem fleeting. Yet, three years can also feel long enough for us to slowly discuss our dreams, to anticipate what comes when the stars fall asleep.
In the end, I hope that all these beautiful moments we once shared can become an irreplaceable part of your memories of youth.
Yao Nian bowed deeply to everyone.
Zhou Shiyi stood up and shouted a cheer, leading the applause.
In an instant, thunderous applause erupted from the audience, and many students found their eyes misty.
As Yao Nian lifted her head again, her gaze suddenly froze; a figure standing by the door unexpectedly caught her attention.
He was dressed more formally than usual, in a light gray shirt with slightly rolled-up sleeves, holding a bouquet of flowers in his arms. His eyes sparkled with a smile that held unmasked admiration.
At that moment, seeing him made the girl’s earlier gloom vanish like smoke; it felt as if a warm evening breeze had filled her heart.
And it was precisely at this moment that her rapidly beating heart revealed to her what it felt like to truly like someone.
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