A Miao sat in the coffee house in the amusement park. The sunshine spilled on to the table through the French windows, and surrounded A Miao and Yaya like a halo.

"Mom, I will blow on it, then you won't feel the pain!" Yaya leaned over from the baby chair and blew on A Miao's hand.

"Thank you, Yaya. Mom doesn't feel the pain anymore." A Miao touched Yaya's hairy little head.

Shen Xinglan strode in, holding a small box in his hand.

"I ...