Inside the hotel, everyone was holding their glasses, toasting back and forth. Compared to a year ago when they just started their internships, it seemed even more lively.
Everyone was saying things like they really didn't want to work and how the four years had gone by so fast, and that they were about to graduate.
"I am still that youth from before"
"Without a single change"
"Time is merely a test"
"The belief planted in the heart hasn't diminished"
"This youth standing before you"
"Still has the same original face"
...
Qin Yun was chatting with a few people from his dormitory when suddenly a voice echoed from the hall.
Someone from the class who could sing well was singing on stage.
And as they listened to the song, the hall had become rarefied with quietness, with many showing a trace of nostalgia on their faces.
