Early the next morning, Yang Xiaoxiao quietly slipped out of her room, turning around as if nothing had happened, personally making breakfast to see them off.
But at the moment of farewell, she looked at Lu Liang and couldn't help but softly ask: "You're leaving, will you come back again?"
"I will, the scenery along the way is unforgettable," Lu Liang paused for a moment, then looked at her: "And you."
He will definitely find time in the future to travel the great landscapes of the motherland again, but exactly when, he couldn't guarantee.
Seeing Lu Liang about to leave, Yang Xiaoxiao hurriedly brought out the prepared lunch boxes from the kitchen and looked at everyone: "This is the starting point of the 318 Sichuan-Tibet route. For the next several hundred kilometers, there are basically no decent hotels or restaurants, so take these along the way."
"Thank you, Sister Xiao Yang, your cooking is really great."
Chen Jinchun happily accepted it.
