Today, at eighteen, was undoubtedly the most unforgettable birthday she had had in her teenage years.
Yangjin had sent a notification of her pre-exam success, and, smoothly, she had secured an entrance ticket for the re-examination next March.
Jiang Shuyao got off the bus holding her phone, her heart filled with an indescribable taste, that intense joy of being one step closer to her dream, which was far beyond words.
"Congratulations, little Jiang, the artist."
As they entered the elevator, the young man beside her spared no effort in complimenting her.
If she savored his words, it really wasn't flattery.
Jiang Shuyao thought he was being very genuine.
She had always believed she could become an outstanding painter in the future.
The girl looked up at the rising floor numbers, her eyes sparkling like stars, "How about I sign something for you now? In the future, you'll have to line up for it."
