"Just in time, I'm a little thirsty!" Li Xiangyang didn't stand on ceremony. He gestured for the two young men who came with him to take the bowls and began drinking in big gulps.
Yang Liying looked at Li Xiangyang and smiled. "Xiangyang, I'm Yang Liying. We haven't seen each other in years."
Li Xiangyang glanced at her, recognized her, and smiled. "Sister Liying, it has been a long time."
He recalled the year he and Yang Dingbang, with Dongzi in tow, had escorted Yang Liying on her wedding day. He smiled, remembering how Dongzi, upon seeing the gentle and elegant Yang Liying, had pestered her, asking if she had any younger sisters.
"Yes! It's been about a decade in a flash." Yang Liying turned to Zhao Dehai and said, "Do you remember him? This is Li Xiangyang. He escorted me to our wedding with Ding Bang all those years ago."
Zhao Dehai looked him over, then smiled and shook his head. "You've gotten so much sturdier, I barely recognize you."
