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

Su Qinghe pressed hard on the lid of the suitcase, trying to zip it up, but couldn't get it to budge. Finally, she simply sat on the suitcase and used her weight to press down on it.

Jiang Che couldn't stand it any longer, so he bent down and lifted her off the box. "Get up, let me do it."

Su Qinghe obediently stepped aside, put her hands behind her back, and tilted her head to watch Jiang Che pack his luggage.

Jiang Che first emptied all the things that Su Qinghe had haphazardly stuffed into the box, and then neatly rearranged them one by one.

Clothes were rolled up and stuffed into the gaps at the bottom, hard items were stood up along the sides of the box, and souvenirs that were not meant to be crushed were all moved to the top and separated by clothes.

It only took three minutes to get it done, and then the zipper snapped shut.

Su Qinghe looked at the neatly packed suitcase, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She felt that the gap between herself and Jiang Che was sometimes not just in grades and intelligence, but even in things like packing luggage, he could easily outperform her.

unacceptable.

After packing her luggage, Su Qinghe suddenly grabbed Jiang Che, who was about to leave with his suitcase.

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

"What's wrong?"

Su Qinghe didn't say anything, but took Jiang Che's hand and walked towards the balcony.

She handed the phone to Jiang Che, then ran to the railing and stood there, one hand on the railing and the other outstretched towards Jiang Che.

"Come on, come on, let's take one last group photo!"

Jiang Che said "Oh," flipped his phone to switch to the front camera, and then walked over to her.

Su Qinghe raised her hands, showing her and Jiang Che's hands, which were adorned with silver rings, to the camera, and deliberately also revealed the woven bracelets on their wrists.

The silver ring gleamed with a soft light.

The "J" and "S" on the woven bracelet are next to each other, like two little beans secretly sticking together.

Su Qinghe stared at her phone screen for two seconds, becoming more and more satisfied, and then directed Jiang Che to continue posing:

"Ah Che, don't move your hand."

"Um."

"Hey, no, no, move a little closer to me."

Jiang Che obediently veered towards her.

Su Qinghe glanced at the camera again, still feeling that something wasn't quite right, so she simply stood on tiptoe and leaned her head on Jiang Che's shoulder.

"Click."

The first photo freezes in time.

The girl in the photo has her eyes crinkled with laughter, as if she has captured all the sunshine of Xiamen in her eyes.

The boy stood beside her, looking rather lazy, but the hand he had on her shoulder was loosely protecting her, as if afraid she might accidentally slip off the railing.

Su Qinghe snapped several more photos, then looked down and flipped through them. The more she looked, the more beautiful the photos seemed, and she couldn't bear to delete them.

"This one looks good."

"This one looks good too."

"Oh dear, my hair is all messed up in this picture, but the ring is so clear..."

She muttered to herself as she added each and every one of them to her favorites.

Jiang Che shook his head helplessly. Su Qinghe was meticulous in everything, but she was willing to take up a lot of memory with the photos in her phone's album, even if it meant taking up hundreds or thousands of photos.

Of course, he didn't say anything. He told us to take pictures if we wanted, since we had plenty of memory.

Moreover, the way Su Qinghe is carefully preserving every bit of happiness is so endearing that it's impossible to interrupt her.

After taking the photos, the two left the guesthouse room with their luggage and met up with Bai Yuning in the lobby on the first floor.

Check-out was quick, and before they left, the guesthouse owner gave them two bags of local coconut pastries, saying they would definitely stay here again next time they came to Xiamen.

Holding the two bags of coconut pastries, Su Qinghe smiled slightly and waved goodbye to the shopkeeper.

As the car drove away from the guesthouse, she was still leaning out the window looking out.

The white building receded into the distance, and the rattan chair on the balcony and the wind chimes hanging by the window gradually shrank into tiny patches of color.

Su Qinghe whispered in her heart: Goodbye, Lucheng.

If I have the chance next time, I want to come with A-Che again.

She suddenly felt a pang of sadness, but it wasn't a feeling of being upset.

It's that bittersweet feeling of having something wonderful packed into a suitcase, zipped up, and having to put an end to it all.

She saw on social media that some people called this feeling...withdrawal?

Anyway, it's really uncomfortable.

On the way to the airport, Su Qinghe, who is usually very talkative, was unusually quiet, just sitting next to Jiang Che with her notebook in her arms.

Jiang Che noticed she seemed a little down, so he reached out and ruffled her hair. "What's wrong? Are you reluctant to part with her?"

"Hmm... a little bit."

Su Qinghe stretched out her hand to indicate a very small distance.

Then, after thinking about it again, I spread my fingers apart a little.

"Okay, more than a little bit."

Jiang Che smiled and said, "You can come again next time."

"Really?"

"Um."

"Next time, I want to stay at this guesthouse again, eat at that coconut chicken restaurant again, and go to the seafood market again!"

When the seafood market was mentioned, Su Qinghe's eyes lit up again.

But after showing it off, she added very seriously, "However, you'll still be in charge of handling the king crab next time."

Jiang Che: "..."

Bai Yuning couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Qinghe, you still have a lot of self-awareness."

Su Qinghe nodded confidently, "Of course, people should know how to play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses."

Her strength is eating, and her weakness is screaming when she's terrified of king crab.

This understanding is very clear.

After arriving at the airport, the three checked in, checked their luggage, and went through security.

Su Qinghe stayed by Jiang Che's side the whole time, like a little tail afraid of getting lost.

After the plane took off, Su Qinghe put down the tray table, took out her notebook and pen from her bag, and began writing the last entry in her diary about her trip to Xiamen.

She first wrote the date at the top, and then drew a crooked little airplane.

After finishing the drawing, I stared at it for a while.

Hmm... doesn't look like an airplane.

It looks a bit like a flattened chicken wing.

Su Qinghe silently wrote the word "airplane" next to her, trying to save face.

Then she continued writing: "On my last day in Xiamen, the weather was great, the wind was great, and the sea was great."

She paused here, then added:

"Ah Che is also very good."

After writing this sentence, her ears turned red.

Even though no one was watching, I still felt inexplicably shy.

She secretly glanced at Jiang Che beside her.

Jiang Che was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, breathing steadily, his eyelashes drooping, looking genuinely sleepy.

Su Qinghe was relieved and continued writing with her head down.

There's a section in her notebook that she drew herself, titled "My Favorite Moment".

She originally allocated only a small space for this column, enough for only three or four lines.

But when the pen tip hovered above the paper, she suddenly felt that she had so many ideas to write down, and three or four lines of space seemed a little insufficient.

There are just too many favorite moments, how am I supposed to choose?