"He's already a freshman in college, just a year younger than me; how can you say he's still a kid!?" Tianxin stared at Chen Yiran with a full head of exasperation, questioning speechlessly.
"Well, that's right..." Chen Yiran's expression obviously froze for a moment, then he reached up to scratch his head and smiled, "I always think of him as the youthful figure from five years ago. I can't believe he's grown so much in the blink of an eye."
"What's with that tone of reminiscence?" Tianxin tugged at the corner of her mouth, her eyes moist as she looked at Chen Yiran: "You talk as if you're in your seventies or eighties."
