"Yingying?"
Zhou Hanming softly called out, probing.
He felt like he was dreaming, yet also felt it was because he missed Yuan Xiaoying too much; to the point of becoming somewhat delirious, he started to hallucinate.
Thinking this, it seemed as though the entire world began to blur into unreality, as if veiled in a thin gauze.
"How come, after not seeing each other for a while, you don't recognize me anymore?"
Yuan Xiaoying teased as she moved closer and draped her arm over his shoulder, pulling Zhou Hanming back from his daze.
"Yingying, it really is you."
Zhou Hanming stiffly reached out to pinch Yuan Xiaoying's rounded cheek, squeezing it flat.
Yuan Xiaoying swatted his hand away vigorously, expressing her discontent, "I've told you before, don't pinch my face, or I'll get angry."
"Yingying?" Zhou Hanming called out again, his voice trembling slightly.
"What?" Yuan Xiaoying replied, sounding a bit annoyed.
Suddenly, Zhou Hanming stepped forward and hugged her tightly.
