I don't mind if you address me as either Yan Rusheng or Third Yan in future.
Yan Rusheng's harsh and cold reminder flashed through her mind.
She used both hands to cover her face, feeling a stinging pain in her eyes.
Your name is Xuxu and I am Rusheng. If we put our names together it will be
Who wants to be associated with you? Then in future I shall call you Ah Sheng just like how I call Ah Heng.
Ah Sheng… Ah Sheng…
…
"Hey Wen Xuxu, you're still running a high fever. Don't sleep here."
Wen Xuxu fell asleep while she was in the midst of reminiscing about those youthful memories.
There was a familiar voice in her ear calling her name. She opened her eyes drowsily and a blurry face appeared.