You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Jiang Che spoke casually, as if booking flights, hotels, and itineraries in advance was just something he did offhand.

But Su Qinghe knew in her heart that this was by no means a matter of convenience.

This clearly shows that he had been silently observing her every reaction and every glance, and had secretly arranged all the wishes she hadn't had a chance to express beforehand.

She felt like crying again.

But this time she held back, simply hugging the bag of potato chips and shrinking back into his arms, burying her face in his chest, and letting out a muffled "hmm".

That little voice inside me popped up again—I can never let go of this person in this lifetime, no matter what.

……

The night before departure, Su Qinghe was so excited that she tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep.

She woke up before 3 a.m.

Once she opened her eyes, she couldn't close them again. Her mind was filled with images of the azure sea, the white sand, and walking hand in hand with Jiang Che on the beach.

She rolled around in bed for about half an hour, but finally couldn't stay in bed any longer. So she quietly got up, squatted in front of the wardrobe, and began to do a final check on her suitcase.

The zipper is unzipped.

Sunscreen is in there.

The sun hat is inside.

The sunglasses are inside.

The matching couple outfits we bought before have all been folded and put inside.

Su Qinghe took out the two silk scarves she had bought before and put them in the box. She said they would look great when taking photos.

Hmm... I don't think anything was left behind, right?

Su Qinghe hesitated before closing the zipper, but two minutes later she opened it again.

I feel like something's missing.

She leaned over her suitcase and thought for a while before finally remembering what she had forgotten.

Her gaze immediately fell on the wardrobe, where a swimsuit she had secretly bought online a few days ago was placed in a storage box at the very back.

White, with a touch of lace trim, two-piece design.

She was already blushing when she placed the order, and on the day she received the package, she hid in the deepest part of the closet like a thief, afraid that Jiang Che would find out.

Su Qinghe walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, stared at the small bag containing the swimsuit for a long, long time, bit her lip, and finally took it out with a blush.

She carefully stuffed the swimsuit into the bottom corner of the suitcase, and then covered it with several other pieces of clothing.

After confirming that she couldn't see it from any angle, she breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest as if she had accomplished some earth-shattering task.

You absolutely must not let him see it.

At least...at least not now.

As she was squatting on the ground fiddling with the zipper, a groggy voice came from behind her.

"...What time is it?"

Su Qinghe turned around and saw Jiang Che half-supporting himself on the pillow, his hair messy, his eyes only slightly open, and he didn't seem to have fully woken up from his sleep.

"It's only 4:30..." He glanced at the phone on the bedside table, his voice muffled, "What are you doing..."

"Pack, pack your luggage..." Su Qinghe guiltily moved her suitcase behind her. "You can keep sleeping, I'll be quiet."

Jiang Che hummed in agreement, buried his head in the pillow, turned over, and remained motionless.

Su Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, quickly zipped up the suitcase, and then tiptoed to the living room to continue unpacking.

She sat on the sofa, checking her packing list while searching on her phone.

"A must-visit attraction for couples in Atlanta".

A collection of poses for taking photos at the beach.

"What's the best outfit to wear to the beach with my boyfriend?"

When she found the third one, her ears turned red again.

But my finger still honestly clicked in and carefully read through each one.

……

At eight o'clock in the morning, Jiang Che called a private car.

This trip to Atlanta wasn't just between him and Su Qinghe; Bai Yuning went along too.

Bai Yuning had been working non-stop at the hospital for more than half a year, and finally had a chance to take a day off. Jiang Che felt sorry for his cousin who rarely had a proper vacation throughout the year, so he insisted on dragging her along.

Bai Yuning didn't really refuse, after all, she did need to catch her breath.

After the car entered the highway, Su Qinghe kept looking out the window at the scenery.

The buildings and trees along the road rushed past, and the color of the sky gradually changed from the hazy white of the city to a clear light blue.

Her eyes sparkled, and whenever she saw something new, she would turn around and tug at Jiang Che's arm.

"Ah Che, look, that windmill is huge!"

"Ah Che, look! Look! There are so many cows over there!"

"Wow, that lake is so beautiful!"

Jiang Che always cooperated by looking in the direction she pointed, and then nodded to indicate that it was indeed good.

Although most people would think that it's just a windmill and an ox, something very common, so what's so surprising about it?

But Jiang Che knew that before she met him, her world was only as big as Lincheng, or even smaller.

So small that all that remains is a street, a corner, and endless darkness.

Therefore, every inch of scenery is new and precious to her now.

Bai Yuning looked in the rearview mirror and saw the young couple, one excitedly waving their arms and legs, and the other gently cooperating with them throughout. She couldn't help but sigh.

"Youth is wonderful."

Su Qinghe didn't hear clearly, so she turned around and asked, "What did you say, sister?"

Bai Yuning smiled and waved her hand, "It's nothing, it's nothing, go enjoy the scenery."

……

After arriving at the airport, the three checked their luggage, obtained their boarding passes, went through security, and boarded the plane without any problems.

The first-class seats were wide and soft, and Su Qinghe sank into them as she sat down, letting out a satisfied sigh.

After the plane took off, she looked with great curiosity at the clouds spreading out from below her feet, a white expanse like cotton candy.

She looked at it for a while, then suddenly remembered something, and turned around to take out her pink notebook from her bag.

Turn to a new page and write neatly at the top with a ballpoint pen—

"Day 5 with A-Che".

Then he drew a crooked airplane below.

Next to the airplane, there are two little people, one tall and one short, holding hands.

The taller one has "A-Che" written on its head, and the shorter one has "Me" written on its head.

After she finished drawing, she examined it with satisfaction for a while, then secretly glanced at Jiang Che next to her—he was also writing in a blue notebook.

Su Qinghe's curiosity was instantly piqued, and she involuntarily leaned towards him, craning her neck to try and peek at what he had written.

However, Jiang Che reacted faster than her, covering the contents of the notebook with his palm.

"What are you looking at?"

"I'll just take a look..."

"no."

"You're so stingy!" Su Qinghe pouted and shrank back. "I've shown you all of mine, but you won't let me see yours."

"It's not finished yet, can't we exchange them after it's finished?"

"That's different!"

"What's different?"

Su Qinghe's confident demeanor lasted only about two seconds before she deflated, because it seemed there really wasn't anything different...

She snorted, turned her head toward the window in a huff, and decided to give A-Che the silent treatment for thirty seconds.

Before she could even count to ten, she turned back on her own, muttering, "Fine, I won't argue with you anymore."

Jiang Che smiled slightly but didn't say anything.