"Alright, I'll go with you." Xia Chengye stood up.
Li Yuanyang got up and heard a gentle female voice behind him." Cheng Ye, why are you here?""
He turned around and saw a beautiful middle-aged woman in a chiffon dress standing on the stairs. Her hair was tied loosely behind her head, and the smile on her fair and beautiful face was faint, just like the black-and-white photo in his memory.
"Sister Xiaoyu." Li Yuanyang shouted.
Li Yu frowned as she looked at him. Her expression was one of shock and confusion. After a long time, she blinked and asked tentatively," You, you are…" Far away?"
"It's me. I'm Yuanyang." Li Yuanyang walked over with a sincere smile on his face." Sister Xiaoyu, you still remember me. That's great.""