That day, they witnessed the most beautiful sunrise.
In his memory, Zhao Xiaole had never smiled so happily, his eyes almost disappearing.
For breakfast, Bo Jingshen fried eggs in the oil used for the ham and placed them in bread to make egg and ham sandwiches. The three of them shared the meal together. It was a simple breakfast, yet Zhao Xiaole ate it with great satisfaction.
On the way back, Zhao Xiaole felt sleepy and dozed off, wishing to fall asleep.
Su Lu gently patted him, "Go to sleep, we got up early today. You can catch up on some sleep during the ride."
But Zhao Xiaole kept refusing to sleep, even though his eyes were barely staying open.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Su Lu asked him.
Zhao Xiaole rubbed his eyes, "I have something to say, but I can't remember what it is right now."
"If you can't remember, you can think about it after you've slept. You're too tired to think straight," Su Lu said.
Zhao Xiaole nodded, "Okay then."
