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

After playing in the waves for a while, Su Qinghe decided to build a sandcastle.

She squatted down confidently and began to gather sand in one place with both hands, her eyes focused as if she were participating in some world-class sand sculpture competition.

The problem is, her stacking method is really a bit too unconventional.

The sand did gather together, but its shape became increasingly strange, neither tall nor short, neither round nor square, and the final product looked just like a... grave mound.

Su Qinghe squatted down beside him and stared at him for a long time, her expression gradually becoming complicated.

"...Why does it look like this?"

Jiang Che squatted down next to her, and after holding back his laughter for a while, he reached out to help her with her shaping.

The sand-blocking, sand-filling, and shaping techniques were clean and efficient, clearly indicating that this wasn't the first time doing this.

Su Qinghe watched in surprise, "Ache, when did you learn to build sandcastles?"

"When I was a child."

"Who taught you that?"

"No one taught me; I figured it out myself."

Su Qinghe rested her chin on her hand and thought for a moment. An image involuntarily appeared in her mind—Jiang Che as a child, squatting alone on the beach, quietly figuring out how to build a sandcastle.

For some reason, the thought of this scene suddenly made her feel a little sad.

But this feeling comes quickly and goes quickly.

The next second, Jiang Che broke off a thin twig from the side and handed it to her, "Flagpole."

Su Qinghe snapped out of her daze, quickly took it, and solemnly placed it on top of the castle.

Then she raised her hand and used her finger to write stroke by stroke on the sand next to the castle—

"Jiang Che ♥ Su Qinghe"

After finishing writing, he took two steps back, examined it closely, patted the sand off his hands with satisfaction, and a big smile curved his lips.

Jiang Che looked down and examined the words one by one. When his gaze swept over the "♥", he paused for a few seconds, slightly stunned.

A moment later, although he didn't speak, the corners of his mouth curved up.

……

In the evening, the two had seafood barbecue at the resort's open-air restaurant.

A night breeze blew in from the sea, carrying a moist, salty scent. The coconut leaves rustled, and a resident singer in the corner of the restaurant was softly playing the guitar, the melody lazy and lingering.

Su Qinghe stared at the plate of shrimp in front of her for a long time, then picked it up and peeled it with some difficulty. She only managed to peel off a small piece of shrimp meat, but her hands were covered in shrimp juice.

She looked at her hands with a hint of worry, then at the unpeeled shrimp, and let out a plaintive sigh.

"This is so hard..."

Jiang Che didn't say anything, but took the shrimp from her hand and peeled it neatly in a few quick movements, arranging it on the plate in front of her.

"You're just responsible for eating."

"..."

Su Qinghe was silent for two seconds, then shamelessly pushed the plate towards herself and chuckled, "Then I won't be polite."

One, two, three.

The plate gradually filled with shrimp. Su Qinghe ate one, and Jiang Che peeled one, their rhythm surprisingly well coordinated.

As Su Qinghe ate, she listened intently to the guitar music coming from the corner for a while, and her gaze slowly drifted off into a daze.

The singer's voice wasn't particularly beautiful, but it was sincere and quite infectious.

Coupled with the sea breeze at night and the sound of waves in the distance, it makes you want to drift off into a daze.

Without realizing it, she leaned on Jiang Che's shoulder, her eyelids beginning to feel heavy.

Jiang Che glanced down at her while scrolling through his phone and noticed that she had already half-closed her eyes. He then paid the bill and called her name softly.

"Tired? Time to go back."

"Um……"

Su Qinghe mumbled a reply, then struggled to her feet, her steps a little unsteady.

She hadn't walked more than a few steps when she stopped, turned around to look at Jiang Che, stretched out her arms, and leaned forward like a little sloth.

"Ah Che... carry me on your back." She habitually started to coax Jiang Che again.

Jiang Che found her clingy appearance incredibly cute and couldn't resist teasing her. "How much did you eat tonight? At least six shrimp, two skewers of grilled scallops, and a bowl of seafood porridge... Are you sure I can carry that?"

"What do you mean!" Su Qinghe's drowsiness vanished instantly, her round eyes widening. "Are you saying I'm heavy?!"

"No, no, I was just complimenting your good appetite."

"Then why don't you squat down right now!"

Jiang Che sighed and resignedly squatted down.

Su Qinghe chuckled and immediately climbed onto his back like a koala, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling her face affectionately against the back of his neck.

Then, with a joyful wave of his hand like a knight, he shouted, "Let's go!"

"Yes, yes, Your Highness."

Jiang Che steadily supported her legs and helped her stand up, then slowly walked along the stone path by the beach towards the resort.

The night breeze blew in from the sea, carrying the damp, salty smell and the fragrance of the distant coconut groves.

The stars overhead were numerous and bright, as if someone had accidentally spilled a whole jar of broken diamonds, scattering them all over the sky.

Su Qinghe lay on his back, her chin resting on his shoulder, turning her face to look at the night sky, quietly.

After a while, she suddenly spoke.

"A-Che".

"Um?"

"Why are there so many more stars here than in Lincheng...?"

"Because there is less light pollution here."

"Oh..." Su Qinghe thought for a moment, "Then can we live in a place where we can see lots and lots of stars in the future?"

"Sure, I'll buy you a house by the sea after you graduate."

"real?"

"Um."

Su Qinghe rubbed her face against his neck again, her lips curving into a smile, and tightened her grip on his neck.

She thought to herself—Ah Che is good in every way, his only flaw is that he always makes her want to cry.

He took it seriously even though it was just a casual remark.

It was just a small fantasy, but he took it.

It's always the same.

She carefully conveyed all her anxieties and expectations, and he always received them steadily and gave her a response that far exceeded her expectations.

This person...

That's really too much.

It was so excessive that she felt she must have done something incredibly good in her past life to deserve meeting him in this one.

……

The two of them strolled back to the hotel at a leisurely pace.

After washing up, Su Qinghe wouldn't listen to anything and insisted on wearing Jiang Che's T-shirt, then she scrambled into the blankets.

My hair was still a little damp, lying on the pillow, with a faint scent of shampoo in the air.

Jiang Che had no choice but to stick to the principle that as long as his wife was happy, he just smiled and didn't say anything more.

She then lifted the covers and lay down inside.

Su Qinghe lay on her side facing Jiang Che, and reached out with one hand to grab his hand that was placed between the two of them.

Then he started to pry his fingers off one by one.

Break it with your index finger and then flick it.

Twist your middle finger and flick it.

When he bent his ring finger, she suddenly stopped and stared at the base of his ring finger for several seconds.

Jiang Che sensed that she had stopped moving, turned his head to look at her, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing..." Su Qinghe said softly, holding his fingers in her palm and continuing to play with them casually.

After a while, she spoke again.

"Ah Che, shall we go snorkeling tomorrow?"