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The person calling her was naturally Ye Xiaoyi.
He was sitting on the sofa in a position directly facing the door, so the moment Ye Liangyan entered, he saw her.
This year, Ye Xiaoyi, a little over fifteen years old, was handsome and refined, with rosy lips and pearly white teeth. In appearance, he resembled Lin Qingyuan a bit more, seeming to possess a hint of a woman's delicacy yet without appearing too "effeminate." Moreover, since last year his height had suddenly shot up dramatically, making him look even more slender and taller, and his personality had also changed from the mischievousness of his childhood, becoming more reserved and gentle.
The instant he saw Ye Liangyan enter, his dark pupils couldn't help but light up, and he stood up involuntarily, calling out to her with a voice that was especially crisp with a hint of the hoarseness of adolescence.
