Leng Yuebai, without thinking, said, "The first time I saw you."
Sang Yu burst into laughter, "How old was I back then? You matured so early, just like your grandpa!"
Leng Yuebai softly curled his lips and reminisced, "You were such a tiny little thing back then. Every step you took made my heart tense up. I really wanted to dash over, pick you up, and be your legs. After returning from Xiawu, I got sick. Every night, I'd dream about you, but when I woke up, you were gone. Eventually, I grew to love sleeping, because only in my dreams could I hold you every day."
Sang Yu felt a tinge of sadness from his words, "Is that what they meant when they said you caught a strange illness?"
Leng Yuebai nodded, "During that time, everyone was worried about me, but I was very happy. As long as I could be with you, even in dreams, I was ecstatic."
