Ding Yiyi wiped away her tears and reached out to touch the child's head. One big hand took the child's hand one step faster.

"Baby, what are you looking at?" Ye Nianmo came to sign the boy's hand and looked at Ding Yiyi in the direction of the boy's finger.

He frowned doubtfully. "Does the baby have nothing?"

"Read ink, baby." Ao Xue approached and swept lightly across Ding Yiyi's direction. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Ye Nianmo turned away with Ao Xue in one hand and the little boy in the other.

Ding Yiyi stood in her place, like an abandoned person. She wanted to cry. The liquid...