At his words, Yan Han and Zhu Qianying both froze.
Perhaps sensing his parents' confusion, the little boy stretched out his chubby finger, pointing at the ring of golden lemon placed around the edge of the glass.
"This ring of lemon, it's like the halo of the sun, right?" The little boy said in all seriousness.
That statement silenced Yan Han and Zhu Qianying even more.
To Yan Han, this ring of lemon was, as usual, simply an addition by habit.
For Zhu Qianying, this ring of lemon was, fundamentally, no different from the ones in the cocktails she usually drinks.
But what appeared as mere habit and ordinariness to the two adults had a noted significance in the eyes of the little boy.
Yan Han recovered more quickly than Zhu Qianying. He hugged their son and planted a big kiss on his face.
Then, Zhu Qianying heard him answer their son, "Yes, honey, you guessed right again. Mommy's drink is called 'Light of Hope'!"
