In the nursery filled with childlike designs.
The soft autumn sunlight warmly fell on the beige crib not far from the window. Ming Jinxin picked up the exquisite red gift box placed by her stepdaughter beside her son's pillow and asked her:
"What is this?"
"It's a gift from a good friend for Yuyu."
The girl, dressed in soft loungewear and exuding a faint fragrance of body wash and shampoo, was gently holding the little baby and walking back and forth in the room.
In her clear eyes, affection was evident.
Her whole being was full of tranquility and harmony.
"A gift from your friend for Yuyu?" Ming Jinxin was stunned.
"Yes, when Yiyi was born, he also sent one, and before Yuyu was born, he went to the United States, but the gift was already prepared, so I brought it this time."
"Your friend is thoughtful." Ming Jinxin slowly opened the red brocade box, inside were two auspicious locks, one silver and one gold, quite heavy.
