"Daya ... Daya?" Wang Zhaoxing's eyes widened, then his cheeks flushed, and his gaze gradually became evasive.
Although the two of them were neighbors and played together as children, since Ye Fu's death forced Xiuya to work all day and Wang Zhaoxing went to the academy, their encounters grew scarce, so Xiuya didn't find his reaction odd and instead said generously: "My big brother has renamed me, from now on I'm called Ye Xiuya."
"Xiuya? That does sound pretty." Wang Zhaoxing's face turned even redder, and his voice became faint, he had not expected Daya to change so much!
No, from now on he should call her Xiuya—these two characters really suit her. How had he never noticed before that Xiuya was so beautiful! How could she seem to have grown into a young lady so abruptly after just two months apart.
"Is Wang Po around?" Xiuya asked with a smile.
"My grandma has gone to the market. Do you need her for something?" asked Wang Zhaoxing with a flushed and pounding heart.
