"Dummy, stop right there," Li Xiaohuan shouted from afar.
Ye Xiong had already vanished from sight.
Carrying the medicine he'd just fetched, Ye Xiong ran toward Li Xiangxiang's room in Group Two. He arrived at her door just as she was about to step out.
Li Xiangxiang was quite petite, standing just over 160 centimeters tall. Though short, she didn't seem frail; she simply had a small frame, making her appear similar to Ye Xiong's own sister, Ye Yangyang. Her complexion wasn't good, and she coughed occasionally. It was hard to tell if she had caught a cold or if it was a chronic condition, but she looked so delicate that a gust of wind could blow her over.
"Ade, did you get the medicine?" Li Xiangxiang asked, her voice as delicate as her appearance. It was soft and faint, sounding almost breathless, yet it was gentle enough to warm a person's heart.