The water on her hands was not dry yet, and the breeze felt cool. Su Yang suddenly turned around and walked towards the door. When her arms swung, water drops dripped.
"Hey, what's your name?"
"Song Ziming." The young man took a step forward, "What about you?"
"My name is Su Yang." Little Su Yang wiped his wet hands randomly on his clothes and stretched out his right hand to Song Ziming, who was slightly shorter than him.
"We will be good brothers from now on!" Song Ziming raised his hand and held Su Yang's hand with a smile. The knuckles are slender and slightly moist.