"You are quite the handsome gentleman, little brother! That day when I first saw you, I remembered your face!"
"Is... is that so?"
The young man blushed and smiled shyly, "Perhaps. But thank you anyway."
After saying this,
He paused for a moment, his cheeks slightly red, struggling to find the words, "May I ask, young lady... your..."
"Haha, little brother wants to know my name, doesn't he?"
The young lady's lips curved into a smile. She took the initiative to say:
"Because of my father's request, I can't reveal my real name. However, you can call me Rong'er!"
"Rong'er... alright, I will remember it."
"And you?"
"My name is Bail Qingling."
Replied the young man.
After he said it, he saw the young lady chewing over the name, as if reflecting on something.
His cheeks turned red, and he whispered, "As you can see, young lady, although this name, like my current self, is insignificant, someday—"
