*From the perspective of a certain wide eyed toddler:
Little Song Mo, held back by his protective sister, stared up at the three uncles with wide, curious eyes. With his dad off with the nice new auntie—Xu Si—Song Mo found himself in the company of the towering figures, his gaze bouncing between the different uncles.
The biggest uncle, a tall and striking man, captured Song Mo's attention now. His black hair and eyes held a beauty that surpassed even Song Mo's most prized rock—a treasured find from the edge of Han village's well his sister had given him.
It was the most beautiful rock he had ever seen in his life, and his most prized possession in the world! He took it with him on this long adventure to this new place, and now held it hidden in his left palm.
