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Drenched in sweat, he reflected the light of the street lamps and the red glow of lanterns, embodying the vitality of the morning sun.
"Sis, it's really you."
Yan Yuanjing, upon seeing Yan Zao, discarded his basketball in ecstatic joy and lunged at her like a child, embracing her tightly.
Her nose tingled as she affectionately patted the youth's back, "You're covered in sweat.
Yan Yuanjing giggled and let go of Yan Zao. "Just finished playing basketball with them, totally crushed those losers."
Grinning widely, he showed off his sparkling white teeth.
Yan Zao: "Yeah, right."
"Xiaojing, is that you coming back?"
Suddenly, a middle-aged woman's voice called out from the yard, and Yan Zao released Yan Yuanjing's arm, her feet instinctively moving as though to leave. Yuanjing, sensing her motion, held onto her, "Why are you standing at the door without going in?"
Yan Zao's expression turned cold again, "I just remembered something; I need to go back."
