Zhang Ruoxi and Yang Yuting had booked tickets for the noon high-speed train.
Chen Lin drove them to the High-Speed Rail Station in Yicheng.
When they got into the car, Zhang Ruoxi opened the front passenger door and climbed in without the slightest hesitation.
In the rearview mirror, Yang Yuting watched her daughter's utterly natural gesture, her lips curving into a crescent-shaped smile.
The car left Chen Family Village and followed the newly paved asphalt road toward the city.
Zhang Ruoxi turned to watch the shadows of trees slipping past the window, her hand unconsciously reaching for her suitcase's zipper-the things Chen Lin had given her were inside.
Her heart was so full that she couldn't find a single word to say.
They arrived at the High-Speed Rail Station.
Chen Lin helped them take their luggage out of the trunk.
Yang Yuting was already steady on her feet. Although she still couldn't walk quickly, walking at a normal pace was no problem at all.
Standing beside the car, she warmly took Chen Lin's hand. "Xiao Chen, you must come visit us in Guang Province when you have time! I'll make you some authentic Cantonese slow-simmered soup!"
"Sure. I definitely will." Chen Lin smiled and nodded.
With impeccable tact, Yang Yuting wheeled her luggage into the waiting hall first, leaving the two young people alone by the entrance.
Zhang Ruoxi stood where she was, looking up at Chen Lin, her eyes beginning to redden again.
"Don't cry." Chen Lin reached out and flicked her forehead.
"I'm not crying!" Zhang Ruoxi sniffed, stubbornly denying it.
She turned and took three steps with her suitcase, then abruptly looked back.
"Chen Lin!"
"Hmm?"
"I'll miss you!"
With that, she ran into the waiting hall, her face flushed, her suitcase wheels rattling rapidly over the