After abandoning his wife and children, Bo Xilai coaxed and begged her to reconcile.

The two stood one after the other under the dazzling spotlight, both appearing to be at the pinnacle. Countless alumni watched silently below, each with only one thought in their minds—their brilliance was so overwhelming that others could only be overshadowed and overshadowed, while they alone shone brightly, complementing and enhancing each other, a rare and perfect match at first glance.

After the ceremony, there will be free time for visitors to tour the site.

Song Jin also found their former homeroom teacher, Teacher Ni, in the original classroom.

After many years, the once dashing and energetic uncle now has a few gray hairs at his temples, and the marks of time have appeared between his eyebrows and eyes.

"What are you looking at? Write your questions! The answers are outside the classroom," Teacher Ni said sternly, noticing that they were all distracted.

"Look at the handsome men and beautiful women," one of his trusted confidants joked.

"Where did these handsome men and beautiful women come from..." Teacher Ni casually retorted, glancing outside and suddenly seeing Bo Sinian and Song Jinye standing by the corridor window. The words she was about to say stopped abruptly.

He paused for a moment, then told his classmates, "You must never follow their example. They agreed to apply to Beicheng University, but they both filled in Nancheng University instead, which made me so angry that I ended up in the hospital."

He deliberately acted as if he was still holding a grudge, then paused and said, "What I mean is that you need to be good enough to have enough choices and the right to be capricious. Some people get such low scores that they can only choose to stay at home and study at a university."

A burst of laughter and exclamations filled the classroom. These were the two brilliant but elusive students—no, they were super-achievers! Old Ni had only mentioned their phenomenal grades, but he'd never heard their looks were this incredible!

Teacher Ni got up and walked out of the classroom, his eyes filled with surprise and satisfaction. No matter what, they were the two most outstanding students in his more than 20 years of teaching, both back then and now.

For a moment, I was at a loss for words. A flood of emotions welled up within me, ultimately condensing into just three words: "You're back?"

"Teacher Ni, it's been a long time."

Bo Sinian and Song Jin also greeted him with smiles.

"It has been a long time. You are all leaders in your respective fields now." He looked them over, his gaze gentle. "Seeing you all becoming more and more successful, I, your teacher, am truly proud."

He chatted with them for a few minutes, filled with nostalgia for the past.

"Oh, right. I confiscated a camera back then, and it was full of your photos. It should be yours, right? I'll go to the office to get it for you in a bit."

Teacher Ni also said this to Song Jin.

Song Jin shook her head firmly: "My camera has never been confiscated."

Bo Sinian glanced at her briefly, then said sullenly, "She's mine."

Teacher Ni was taken aback, then suddenly realized: "I was wondering why you, the eldest son of the Bo family, would suddenly transfer from the International Department. So your motives weren't pure... But you are a positive and ambitious person. Chasing the light will bring you brilliance, while chasing the darkness will trap you in gloom. You have turned your youthful aspirations into something as radiant as the sun and moon, which is truly rare."

Song Jin frowned as well; she was unaware that Bo Sinian had been secretly taking pictures of her. Her gaze fell on the camera: "What pictures did you take of me?"

"What kind of look is that? Every single one of my photos could be posted on social media as a tutorial." Bo Sinian was quite confident in his work.

He opened his camera, swiped the screen, and a photograph leaped from the past. She sat leisurely high in a tree, her school uniform bearing the marks of youth. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns, and translucent bubbles, shimmering with captivating colors, floated gently from her lips, suspended in soft light. She gazed up at the endless bubbles, her eyes pure and bright, radiating the splendor of the afternoon.

Song Jin had to admit that it was indeed very high-quality.

There was also her profile as she sat in the classroom, head down, working on problems; the moment she sped across the track on the playground; her composed and dignified demeanor as she gave a speech in front of the entire school... Unconsciously, he captured countless images of her with his camera: quiet, focused, passionate...

In those years, he managed to keep it hidden from everyone.

Now, all the secrets of my youth have been laid bare with these photos.

For a moment, Song Jin was filled with mixed feelings and felt a small shock.

A few ripples appeared in Bo Sinian's deep, pool-like eyes. "I'm sorry, I was young and impetuous back then, always putting pride first. If I had been less stubborn, we wouldn't have had such a bumpy road."

"Please give me another chance, okay? Let's start from here. I want to fulfill all the feelings I couldn't express back then." He gazed at her, his eyes filled with intense yet restrained affection, and he earnestly expressed his feelings.

Song Jin felt as if a match had been gently struck in her heart, igniting a warm, orange-like flame that flickered and burned.

But she didn't answer him.

At the banquet, Bo Sinian was repeatedly urged to drink, and he even shielded Song Jin from several drinks, so much so that he was already somewhat drunk when the event ended.

The car drove smoothly into the night. Bo Sinian leaned back in his seat, his eyes clouded with the haze of alcohol.

The car stopped right in front of the city square at a red light.

The evening breeze carried the music from the square performance, along with countless bubbles that quietly drifted in through the car window, creating a dreamlike scene.

Bo Sinian couldn't help but recall the photo frozen in the camera. Seeing Song Jin also gently wrapped in a semi-transparent halo, the throbbing in his heart suddenly swelled, and the slightly tipsy warmth in his eyes turned into a burning heat.

He leaned slightly closer, reached out and lifted her chin, and kissed her lips, unable to contain his passion.

Song Jin was enjoying the uninvited bubbles when she was suddenly kissed. She was stunned for a moment, her eyelashes trembled, and her mind went blank.

She tried to pull away, but Bo Sinian kissed her even deeper.

Bubbles floated and sank in the car, their shimmering light reflecting off the two people's profiles. One kissed deeply, the other growing increasingly lost in the moment.

A few bubbles gently brushed against her cheeks, spreading a blurry yet soft tingling sensation in her heart.

Upon arriving at Qingwu Garden, Song Jin was eager to get out of the car for some fresh air, but Bo Sinian grabbed her arm.

"Song Jinye, you should know that I love you, right?"

The overly direct words made Song Jin's heart skip a beat. She tried to pull her hand away slightly, but Bo Sinian didn't let go.

"Bo Sinian, you're drunk."

"But my mind is perfectly clear right now," he pointed to his head, "I know perfectly well here that I love you."

He then pointed to his heart: "I know this too."

Song Jinye: "So?"

Bo Sinian gently shook his head: "There's no reason, I just wanted to let you know so you can be mentally prepared. If you happen to love me too, that would be wonderful."

Song Jinye: "I don't know."

Bo Sinian gave a slightly enigmatic smile: "It's alright, I will always love you, do as you please."

His tone was carefree, sincere, and frank, as if he were saying, "Cheers, you can do as you please."