"Yuan..."
Seeing Yan Xinxin, Mu Shaoqian muttered excitedly.
"Yuan, it really is Yuan, Yuan!"
Mu Shaoqian couldn't help but call out towards Yan Xinxin.
Yan Xinxin, who had just been drawn to the hanging cherry blossom tree, turned her head curiously when she heard Mu Shaoqian's shout.
Her bewildered big eyes, stunned, met Mu Shaoqian's excited and joyful face. She paused for a moment, then raised a bright smile.
"Brother."
Those two words were truly so sweet.
Mu Shaoqian stood rooted to the spot, utterly shocked! Petrified!
Yuan, his Yuan actually called him brother!
Is he really not dreaming?
Mu Shaoqian truly couldn't believe it, but Yan Xinxin was so lively and spirited, quickly walking towards him.
She smiled softly, approaching him step by step in the late spring breeze.
He looked on in a daze, feeling overwhelmingly sorrowful in that instant.
