Try to come out of it

''What is her name?'' Song Xing Xu asked him softly.

He again moved his finger across his palm and was quiet for a long, long time. Then he whispered, ''Li Yuyan''.

Song Xing Xu took a deep breath. Now he understood why he had bought his, little daughter loads of presents. Since they had got acquainted and Wang Lian had become a frequent visitor to his house, he had become very fond of his daughter Yuyan—they had become very good friends. Even whilst he was away from China, he would be constantly sending her gifts. But one thing perplexed Song Xing Xu. He would never refer to Yuyan by her name, nor would he address her so. Sometimes, Song Xing Xu had noticed this but he had ignored it.