"Because your dream is to study medicine," Qin Chu said, word for word.
Huo Mian was completely taken aback by what she heard
She never imagined that Qin Chu spent the last seven years studying medicine in the United States only to fulfill her dream.
This meant that even when they were broken up, he still did things that were related to her.
He did it for seven years Was it really worth it?
Huo Mian was at a loss for words, but tears shone in her eyes
She still remembered that seven years ago when they were still together, the topic for one of the Chinese classes they had was "Ten Years Later".
The teacher asked all the students to go up to the podium and imagine what their profession would be in ten years.
Apparently, doing so would inspire teens to pursue their dreams and work hard for ten years to achieve them.
A teacher in the United States once conducted the same experiment; in ten years, when he went to check up on his subjects, he noticed that 80% of them chose to do what they said they were going to do.
Therefore, their homeroom teacher, Ms. Yao, decided to do the same thing.
Qin Chu didn't remember what the others said, but he would always remember what Huo Mian said, as she stepped onto the podium, with her hair flowing gracefully off her back.
"In ten years, I want to become a doctor, because I think that the best thing in this world is to understand the human body, find ways to cure all sorts of diseases, and prolong life."
Some of their classmates laughed at her. "It's just a doctor, why would you make it sound so complicated?"
At that time, Huo Mian replied coldly, "So, you look down on doctors? Can you promise that you'll never get sick and will never go to a hospital?"
The student was left speechless, and Ms. Yao complimented Huo Mian's aspirations.
Then, when Qin Chu got onto the podium, Ms. Yao asked him, "What is your dream?"
He looked around, and, with a proud expression on his face, he answered, "My dream is to make Huo Mian's dream come true."
As soon as he finished this sentence, the entire classroom erupted. All their classmates knew they were in a relationship, but wow did he have guts, blurting it out in front of the whole class and their teacher.
Huo Mian, incredibly embarrassed, covered her face and refused to look up.
Ms. Yao also coughed awkwardly, at a loss for words.
It had been so long since then, and Huo Mian thought that he was just joking around. After all, they were young and stupid.
However, after seven years have passed, Huo Mian was only a nurse, still so far away from her dream.
Yet Qin Chu quietly helped her achieve it
Her brain was pulled back into reality. She stared into Qin Chu's eyes with her own red eyes.
"Hey, are you stupid? What does my dream have to do with you?" Huo Mian asked as she choked back tears.
"Everything about you has something to do with me," Qin Chu answered stubbornly.
Huo Mian fell silent because she didn't know what to say next.
They sat there, side by side, under the quiet moonlight.
"Stop saying things like this, I might think that you still like me," Huo Mian said shyly.
"Thanks for being so direct." Huo Mian was actually a bit upset when she heard Qin Chu's rejection.
"I never liked you," Qin Chu repeated.
"I know." Huo Mian nodded sadly.
Qin Chu looked at Huo Mian's profile, and he reached out his arm to hug her shoulder.
There were some things that he thought were better left unsaid. Loving someone didn't mean that they had to profess that love all the time.
Actions spoke so much louder than words. They had a lot of time left; he knew that one day, Huo Mian will understand how he felt about her.
Huo Mian felt the heat of Qin Chu's palm, as warmth began to spread from her shoulders. She felt peaceful and safe.
She leaned her head gently on Qin Chu's shoulder. She suddenly felt like she finally found someone she could lean on.
"The midnight snack you bought me tonight must've been expensive, right?" Just as Qin Chu thought that Huo Mian was going to say something romantic and cheesy, she said something completely irrelevant. Qin Chu was at a loss for words.