As he spoke, Guo Anle felt like he was rambling, and he chuckled, "Never mind, you're so smart, you don't need me to spell it out for you. You probably understand all this."
"Are you telling me to take good care of myself?"
He Yihui turned her head to look at him.
Facing those eyes, Guo Anle felt as though he had returned to the first time they met.
He drifted off for a moment, then smiled and nodded.
"Yes. Remember to take good care of yourself."
"You said it yourself, I'm very clever."
He Yihui's lips curled up into a slight smile.
Finally, she smiled.
Pity that the timing was wrong.
Guo Anle's expression turned serious, "Don't smile. I don't like it when you smile like that."
The curve of her smile widened.
"Have a safe journey."
Guo Anle jokingly raised both hands, "Hug?"
He Yihui merely lifted her slender palm, which seemed perfect for playing the piano.
Guo Anle, content with little, lowered his left arm and shook hands with a smile.
