A week has passed in a twinkling of an eye. Fang Mujin was called by his mother to have him come back to dinner with him tonight. She said that she hadn't seen their baby grandson for a week, and she couldn't think of eating any more.

After dinner, just after Fang Mujin drowsed him to sleep, Fang Mojin came in happily with a box in her hand. The gift box was opened with a white suit. The fabrics were luxurious and the workmanship was exquisite and tedious.

"Come on, the suit is ready, try on it and fit it. There's still time for it. It's too late!"

Fang Mujin...