The word "Youyou" was like a starlight traveling through the dark universe, crossing the vastness of time, as if from billions of light-years away, it fell upon Lu Xiaoyou.
She had never imagined that her name could be called in such a pleasant tone.
It was as if she could hear the sound of apricot flowers blooming, with the dappled sunlight falling on her face.
That voice was like taking a watermelon out of the fridge, a juicy and sweetly chilled watermelon melting in your mouth.
It was also like the summer sun shining into a water-blue soda glass bottle, watching the bubbles rise incessantly, making one feel as though they were in an underwater world within the bottle.
Even more, it was like fireworks blooming in the night sky, dazzling and bright like looking through a kaleidoscope.
Lu Xiaoyou's toes curled inward, and her heart was pounding.
Her body leaned forward, her fair, delicate face tilted upwards, her eyes sparkling with vivacity.
"Say it again," she said.
