The Great Doctor Girl

The days passed slowly like a gurgling stream in pain and entanglement, and the atmosphere on campus seemed to be shrouded in a gloom because of the ups and downs of Huang Junze and Su Jingyan's story.

Su Jingyan was like a flower wilted by frost. Although she was deeply hurt by Huang Junze's ruthless rejection, the passion like a raging fire deep in her heart was not extinguished.

She knew very well that if she rushed for success at this moment, it might only push Huang Junze further away, so she resolutely decided to put aside her eager pursuit for the time being and give Huang Junze enough time and space.

She began to devote more energy to her studies and artistic creation, trying to numb the heartache that was like ants gnawing at her with busyness.

In class, Su Jingyan was still focused and meticulous like a devout believer.

Her works gradually incorporated deeper and more complex emotions. Each stroke seemed to be a cry from the depths of her soul, and each color was like her endless longing for Huang Junze.

Huang Junze is like a wounded hedgehog, curled up more and more in his self-enclosed world.

He immersed himself day and night in the vast ocean of computer programming, trying to weave an indestructible fortress with intricate codes to completely isolate himself from the complex emotions of the outside world.

However, whenever the night falls like ink and the surroundings fall into silence, Su Jingyan's figure as nimble as a butterfly will always dance involuntarily in his mind.

Her smile as bright as the sun, her determination as firm as a rock, and her gaze as deep as the sea were like sharp blades, mercilessly piercing his already fragile heart.

One day, the school held a grand campus innovation competition, with students from all majors participating enthusiastically.

The scale is so huge and the competition is so fierce that it is like a war without gunpowder.

With his outstanding programming skills and unique innovative thinking, Huang Junze was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins among the many contestants. He made it to the finals with unstoppable force and overcame all obstacles.

As a shining star of the art design team, Su Jingyan also participated in the wonderful display session of the competition.

At the finals, the atmosphere was as tense as a taut bowstring.

Huang Junze frowned and prepared for his project presentation with a tense expression, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead like pearls.

The moment he strode onto the stage with his head held high, his temperament as cool as ice and as confident as the wind instantly attracted the attention of the entire audience and captured everyone's gaze like a magnet.

He introduced his project in an orderly and vivid manner, and every detail showed his profound professional skills and extraordinary talent, as if what he was showing in his hands was not a project, but a carefully crafted work of art.

At the same time, the presentation of Su Jingyan's art design team also amazed the audience.

With their imaginative design concepts and exquisite works that are beyond imagination, they won thunderous applause from the audience. The applause was like surging waves, one after another, deafening.

During the brief and precious break in the game, Huang Junze inadvertently caught a glimpse of Su Jingyan.

She was having a heated discussion with her team members. She looked focused and engaged, with a confident and energetic smile on her face, like a shining little sun.

At that moment, Huang Junze's heart felt like a stone was thrown into a calm lake, and he suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion.

He suddenly realized, as if waking from a dream, that Su Jingyan was not just an ignorant girl who was persistently pursuing love. She was also an independent individual with great dreams and great talents, like a bright star that was about to shine.

The competition ended successfully amid everyone's anticipation and tension. Huang Junze won the first prize in AI intelligence as expected.

On the podium, his eyes couldn't help but search the crowd eagerly for Su Jingyan's figure, his eyes showing both anticipation and uneasiness.

Su Jingyan was also staring at him intently, her eyes filled with complex and deep emotions, like a bottomless pool.

Huang Junze hesitated for a long time, but finally mustered up the courage to walk towards Su Jingyan.

"Congratulations." His voice was a little stiff, like a rusty iron door being slowly pushed open, with a hint of imperceptible sincerity.

Su Jingyan was slightly stunned. Her momentary surprise was like a meteor across the night sky, and then a faint smile bloomed on her face. That smile was like a flower in early spring, not gorgeous but full of vitality.

"Congratulations to you too." Her voice was as soft as the wind, yet full of firm strength, as if it could penetrate layers of fog.

The two fell into a brief silence, and the atmosphere around them was like solidified glue, a little awkward.

In the end, it was Huang Junze who broke the awkward silence. "I'm truly sorry for what happened last time."

His eyes were filled with deep regret, like a deep lake.

Su Jingyan shook her head gently, the movement was like a breeze blowing through willow branches, soft but firm.

"It's okay, I understand how you feel." There was no resentment in her eyes, only the usual gentleness and tolerance, as if she could accommodate everything in the world.

Huang Junze stared at Su Jingyan, his heart filled with emotion, like ripples on a lake blown by the spring breeze.

He felt that this girl was so kind and tolerant, and his previous indifference and ruthlessness were so wrong.

"thank you for understanding."

His voice was low and soft, like a whisper in the night sky, but it was filled with expectation.

A hint of surprise flashed in Su Jingyan's eyes, and the light was like a meteor in the dark night, brilliant and short-lived, but she quickly suppressed the waves in her heart, regained her composure, and made up her mind.

"Huang Junze, I like you." She mustered up her courage, smiling and speaking in a sonorous and powerful voice, as if it could penetrate the thick clouds.

"I..." Huang Junze was about to speak, but the painful scene of his mother's departure was once again like a demon pulling his thoughts away. Those memories shrouded him like a shadow, making him feel like he had something stuck in his throat and was hesitant to speak.

"It's okay. I'm willing to wait for you."

Although Su Jingyan felt lost inside, like a withered petal, she still tried to force a smile and replied. There was a hint of stubbornness in her smile that made people feel distressed.

Since that exchange at the competition, subtle changes began to take place in Huang Junze's heart.

In the midst of his busy schedule, he would often secretly think of Su Jingyan's smile and words like a thief. Those warm moments were like twinkling lights, gradually illuminating the dark corners of his heart.

Another day, while Huang Junze was looking up information among the vast bookshelves in the library, he accidentally discovered a precious book about artistic creation.

He couldn't help but think of Su Jingyan's emotionally moving works, and a strong urge to understand her artistic world more deeply surged in his heart, like surging waves hitting the rocks.

So he carefully borrowed the book and read it carefully.

On a weekend afternoon, the sky was filled with drizzle, like soft silk threads interwoven into a hazy picture.

Huang Junze brought the book and came to the studio that Su Jingyan often visited with a nervous mood.

When he gently pushed open the slightly old door of the studio, he saw Su Jingyan concentrating on painting a new work on the canvas.

Her eyes were full of concentration and passion, as if the whole world was left with only her and her paintbrush, and everything around her had turned into nothingness.

Huang Junze stood quietly by, not daring to make a sound to disturb her, as if he was a mortal who was afraid of disturbing a fairy.

It was not until Su Jingyan finished part of her creation and stopped to rest that she noticed his presence.

"Why are you here?" Su Jingyan was surprised with a hint of imperceptible joy, and her voice was like the song of a nightingale.

Huang Junze walked forward and handed her the slightly worn book in his hand, "Here's the book for you to read." There was a hint of shyness in his voice.

Su Jingyan took the book, tears of emotion gleaming in her eyes, like the twinkling stars in the night sky. "Thank you, Huang Junze."

At that moment, the studio was filled with a warm and peaceful atmosphere, as if time had stood still.

Huang Junze looked at Su Jingyan's works and began to communicate with her about his understanding and feelings about art.

Their topics extended from painting to music and literature, and they discovered that they had many similar interests and opinions, as if two long-lost pieces of a puzzle had finally found each other.

As the communication deepened, the ice in Huang Junze's heart gradually melted, just like the ice and snow in early spring slowly melting under the warm sunshine.

He began to confide in Su Jingyan the pain and fear hidden deep in his heart, and the reasons why he had been shutting himself off from others.

Su Jingyan listened quietly, her focused expression as if she was guarding a rare treasure. She gave him comfort and encouragement from time to time, and her words were like a warm spring breeze, soothing his wounded heart.

The rain gradually stopped, and the sunlight shone through the mottled glass of the window onto the two of them, forming patches of golden light.

Huang Junze looked at Su Jingyan's caring eyes, and the last bit of defense in his heart completely collapsed.

"Jingyan, actually I like you too." Huang Junze finally plucked up the courage to say this. His voice was firm and powerful, like the dawn of light breaking through the darkness.

Su Jingyan's face bloomed with an extremely bright smile, that smile was like a blooming flower, gorgeous and moving.

The two young hearts embraced each other tightly at this moment.