"Little Dragonfly, what's your... Name?" "My name is Nanke." His voice was soft. "Nan... Ke?" Something strange flashed through her heart. His empty palm wanted to touch her soft hair, but found that he could not touch her with such a touch of soul. "Yaoyao," he looked at her and said, "from now on... You must take good care of yourself." "My name is not Yaoyao, my name is Fusheng," she blinked, "Little Dragonfly, have you mistakenly recognized the person?" "... No," he looked at her seriously, "I will always remember your appearance."