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Ao Bing gently stirred his coffee, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "This is one of my few 'small rebellions.' My father originally hoped I would study business or international relations, fields directly related to the affairs of the Dragon Tribe. But I insisted on choosing literature because... literature allows me to experience lives I could never have through the stories of others."
Nezha nodded thoughtfully, gaining a deeper understanding of Ao Bing. Beneath that seemingly flawless exterior lay a soul yearning for freedom and courageously pursuing dreams.
"And what about music?" Nezha continued to ask. "You play the piano so well; when did you start learning?"
At the mention of music, a spark lit up Ao Bing's eyes. "At five years old. It was a gift from my mother—a small piano. She said that the life of the Dragon Tribe is long and lonely, and it needs art to nourish the soul." His voice grew somber. "After my mother passed away, music became the only way I could feel her presence."
Nezha's heart tightened; this was the first time Ao Bing had mentioned his mother. From Ao Bing's expression and tone, Nezha could sense the deep longing he felt for her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know..." Nezha said softly.
Ao Bing shook his head. "It's alright. My mother has been gone for many years, but her teachings and influence have always stayed with me." He paused, a glimmer of determination flashing in his eyes. "It is because of her that I understand life should not only be about responsibilities and obligations but also about passion and pursuit."
Nezha nodded, feeling an even deeper admiration for Ao Bing. Despite his noble background and heavy responsibilities, Ao Bing still maintained a pursuit of beauty and love for life—this persistence was truly moving.
"I believe that whatever decision you ultimately make will be well thought out," Nezha said sincerely, "and no matter where you go or what you do, I will support you."
Ao Bing looked up at Nezha, a flicker of emotion and hesitation in his eyes, as if he had something to say but ultimately just nodded gently. "Thank you."
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the moment of decision finally arrived. That morning, Nezha woke up early to find Ao Bing already packed, sitting by the window lost in thought.
"Have you decided?" Nezha asked softly, feeling anxious inside.
Ao Bing turned his head, sunlight streaming through the window and illuminating his face, highlighting his sharp features. "I’ve decided to return to the Dragon Palace for the Inheritance Ceremony, but I won’t give up my studies."
Nezha let out a sigh of relief; this meant Ao Bing would still come back and continue their university life together. However, he also understood what this decision meant for Ao Bing—he would have to bear two responsibilities, completing his education while fulfilling his duties as the Dragon Prince.
"Father won't agree," Ao Bing seemed to see through Nezha's thoughts. "But I’ll find a way to convince him. If that doesn’t work, I might need to... make some compromises."
Nezha nodded, refraining from asking further questions. He knew how difficult Ao Bing's situation was, having to choose between family obligations and personal dreams—a choice that no one could take lightly.
At nine in the morning, a familiar black sedan pulled up in front of the dormitory building. Ao Bing's father had come personally to pick him up, indicating the significance of this matter within the Dragon Tribe.
Ao Bing slung his bag over his shoulder and turned to face Nezha, a complex emotion in his eyes. "Nezha, this month... might be very busy for me. I may not be able to contact you often."
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