Lu Qingyi received her acceptance letter from the medical school a week later.
She just made it as the last tenth person accepted into the medical school.
"Is this your medical school acceptance letter?"
The security guard at the gate asked Lu Qingyi cheerfully.
The express mail had arrived early in the morning.
Lu Qingyi nodded: "Yes."
"Becoming a doctor is a good thing."
The security guard observed.
Lu Qingyi, holding her acceptance letter, entered her house with an expressionless face.
Taking her acceptance was expected, there was nothing to be thrilled about.
Just as she changed into her slippers, the doorbell rang. Lu Qingyi tossed the letter to the ground and opened the door, annoyed.
"Yiyi, it's good to see you again."
Outside was Wen Linyu, sitting in a wheelchair, looking up at Lu Qingyi kindly.
That Wen Linyu had come was an unexpected surprise for Lu Qingyi. He sat in his wheelchair, looking at Lu Qingyi with tender eyes, laughter twinkling in his gaze.
