小李 purses his lips, he knows what to do. He waits a moment before adding, "I'd like to come with you, but I can't. I have to stay and help my mom with the shop." He looks genuinely sorry, his expression earnest. "Don't worry about me too much. You two just focus on your things."

阿哲 understands, he always understands. He knows Li Xiao's heart, like he knows the taste of the tea he brews every day. Li Xiao is like the bright sun outside, always bringing warmth, but not part of his world. His world is small, centered around Xiaoya and the village, full of the earthy smell of soil and the sweet aroma of milk tea.

阿哲 is ready to leave. The station is already bustling with people, a sea of luggage and luggage. Goodbyes are happening everywhere, loud and sudden, or quiet and lingering. He helps Li Xiao take his bags. "You're coming back soon," he says, his voice a little tight. He doesn't want to admit that this might be the last time he sees Li Xiao for a long time.