In the long years that Ling Yichen and Jun Moran have walked hand in hand, the important moment of meeting the parents is like a towering mountain, standing in the way of their emotional journey. It carries both the earnest expectation of a bright future and the nervous anxiety about the unknown, like a key movement of a symphony of fate about to begin, and they are stepping towards this unknown melody with complex emotions, nervous yet expectant.

The moment they decided to embark on the journey to meet Jun Mo Ran's parents, Ling Yi Chen and Jun Mo Ran were caught in a subtle and complex emotional vortex. On countless quiet nights, with moonlight streaming through the window, they sat facing each other, meticulously planning every detail of the meeting, from choosing gifts to carefully coordinating their attire, to repeatedly considering their words and actions—everything was carefully considered. Ling Yi Chen would sometimes gaze at the distant horizon, the twinkling stars failing to dispel the gloom in his heart. He worried about whether he could win the approval and acceptance of Jun Mo Ran's family; this anxiety, like a fine spiderweb, tightly entwined his heart. Jun Mo Ran gently held his hand, trying to convey warmth and comfort, but his slightly trembling fingertips betrayed the undisguised tension deep within him. After all, this was a crucial step concerning their future; every detail seemed to carry immense weight, allowing no room for error.

Finally, the day they had been both nervous and expectant arrived as if by fate. Before the morning sun had completely dispelled the mist, they were already up, meticulously dressing themselves. Ling Yichen wore a well-tailored dark blue suit; its deep color, like a tranquil night sky, was restrained and composed. Every line accentuated his tall and straight figure, showcasing his maturity and steadiness. The light blue tie at the collar, like a wisp of cloud drifting in a clear sky, added a touch of freshness and elegance to the overall look. Jun Moran chose a light gray Chinese-style robe, its flowing fabric exuding a rustic charm. The meticulously embroidered bamboo patterns on the collar and cuffs, like ink paintings, created a serene and elegant atmosphere, perfectly reflecting his refined manners and demeanor.

Clutching carefully prepared gifts, they embarked on this uncertain journey to meet the parents. The air inside the car seemed to solidify, so quiet that only their slightly rapid breathing and heartbeats could be heard. Outside the window, the scenery flashed by like a slideshow, but they had no time to appreciate it, their minds preoccupied with the upcoming meeting. Ling Yichen's fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of his shirt, his knuckles turning white, his mind constantly rehearsing possible scenarios and how to respond; Jun Mozhan, meanwhile, pressed his lips tightly together, his gaze occasionally sweeping out the window, his eyes a mixture of anticipation and worry, his hands unconsciously rubbing the hem of his shirt, trying to calm the turbulent emotions surging within him.

Upon arriving at Jun Mo Ran's residence, the scene before them caused them to pause slightly in surprise. It was an ancient and elegant courtyard, its blue tiles and white walls slightly mottled by the passage of time, yet exuding an allure of historical weight and tranquil charm. The stone lions at the courtyard entrance stood majestically and solemnly, like loyal guardians protecting this home; the weathered vermilion gate, with its antique copper rings, echoed in the quiet air with a gentle knock, as if knocking on a door leading to an unknown destiny.

The door slowly opened, and Jun Mo Ran's family members appeared one after another. Jun's father had a kind face, and the years had etched wrinkles of varying depths on his face, each line seemingly telling a story of life's vicissitudes and wisdom. His gaze was gentle yet sharp, and when he looked at Ling Yi Chen, it carried a scrutinizing quality, yet also the tolerance and expectation of an elder. Jun's mother, on the other hand, had a smiling face, her eyes full of love and warmth. She wore a plain-colored cheongsam, the tailored fit perfectly highlighting her gentleness and dignity. She busily adjusted the hem of her skirt, seemingly trying to conceal a hint of nervousness and curiosity within her.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, everyone moved to the living room. The living room was simply yet stylishly furnished; the wooden furniture exuded a subtle sandalwood scent, and several profound calligraphy and painting works hung on the walls, adding a rich cultural atmosphere to the space. Freshly picked fruit and delicate tea snacks were laid out on the table, the aroma of tea rising gently and filling the air, seemingly creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere to ease the tension among the group.

However, tension lingered beneath the seemingly calm surface of their conversation. Ling Yichen tried his best to remain calm, his back ramrod straight, his posture elegant and upright. Every answer was carefully chosen and politely delivered, yet his slightly trembling voice and occasional shifty gaze couldn't completely conceal his inner nervousness. He cautiously recounted his upbringing, the details of his acting career, and his sincere and profound feelings for Jun Mo Ran. Each word seemed to have been carefully considered before being uttered. Jun Mo Ran watched him silently, his eyes full of encouragement and support. Occasionally, he would gently hold Ling Yichen's hand, offering strength and courage, attempting to help him alleviate his tension and smoothly navigate this difficult moment in this silent way.

As the father listened, he would nod slightly at times, sip his tea, his expression calm and serene, making it difficult to discern his true thoughts. The mother, on the other hand, maintained a constant smile, her gentle gaze sweeping over the two of them, yet the occasional furrow in her brow seemed to conceal a hint of worry and concern for her son's future romantic path. Time passed slowly in this tense and oppressive atmosphere, each minute feeling like an eternity. Ling Yichen felt his back was already soaked with sweat, sticky and uncomfortable, but he dared not make the slightest move, forcing himself to remain calm and continue to face this test that would determine their future.

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