"Yajing, really, is it really you?" "Ah, Yan Yanfeng, why are you here?" Yajing looked at him in panic. Yan Feng looked at Yajing's panicked expression, and accidentally caught sight of Yajing's cousin continuing to walk in front of her with a little boy about five years old. This boy always felt familiar, much like he looked like when he was a child.
"Yajing, why, why did you leave without saying goodbye? Do you know that I have been looking for you for six years?" Yajing looked at Yan Feng: "Yes, I haven't seen you for six years!" "Six years, six years, you are still the same as you were then, and still so cute."