Yanran smiled happily and leaned into her brother's arms, thought for a moment, puckered up, and kissed him on the face. "Brother, I missed you."
Li Zhaoye was already five years old, and Mingyu intended for him to start learning to read and write. Thus, he found a teacher for Zhaoye, who had to study every day. Since Zhaoye went to study, he naturally had less time with his sister. Little Yanran had never been away from her brother since she was born, so that's why she said she missed him.
Zhaoye held his sister's soft body, smelling the milky fragrance on her, and felt very happy. "Brother missed you too. Have you been a good girl, Yanran?"
Upon hearing her brother missed her too, Yanran's face broke into a smile, "Good." She still mostly blurted out single words, occasionally managing two. However, her pronunciation was very accurate, and she articulated her words very clearly.