"This is..." Tang Yue had a faint suspicion in her heart, but looking at the address, she felt uncertain again.
"Write to me." Mo Siyu's words were, as usual, concise.
Tang Yue carefully unfolded the paper and said, "I will write to you. When are you leaving?"
"The day after tomorrow." Mo Siyu looked at her, clearly not leaving until the day after tomorrow, but at this very moment, the sentiment of reluctance seemed to be filling him.
"Oh, have a smooth journey." Tang Yue put on a smile and sincerely spoke her well wishes.
Mo Siyu accompanied her back to the factory. He didn't talk much; it was Tang Yue's light-hearted words, chattering like a little bird singing, that made the trip back. Usually, he detested the nagging of women, but Tang Yue's words were something he could listen to endlessly without ever growing weary of them.
