The hand that was always warmed by her husband, now Ying's hand was warmed by the urine from her child named Yinxing.
"Ow, ow... Why does my hand feel something warm?" Ying said, then lowered her hand that was raised up, and looked at Yinxing.
"Oh how cute... It seems like my baby is saying thank you for being given such a good name? Is that right? You're welcome, my dear Yinxing," Ying spoke to Yinxing with an expression full of love and gently removed her hand from Yinxing.
It seemed that Yinxing understood what his mother was saying, and showed a smiling expression. Although Yinxing was found when he was still a baby, Xiang and Ying didn't know for sure when Yinxing was born into this world.
Finally, the two of them came to an agreement, with Ying saying, "Oh Xiang, we don't know when Yinxing was born, so every year on this day we will celebrate Yinxing's birthday, on Monday, the twelfth, in the year two thousand seven. What do you think?"
Xiang replied, "Alright Ying, we will consider today as Yinxing's birthday," with a happy expression, though there was something odd about his expression.
It turned out that what Xiang was thinking about wasn't the name or the birthday of Yinxing. Ever since the box containing Yinxing was opened, Xiang's mind had been haunted by strange anomalies that one by one terrorized him.
Like the sun that always shines brightly, but is often covered by clouds, either dark or ordinary, causing the weather that should be bright to become overcast and dim due to the presence of clouds.
Just like Xiang's feelings, which can be likened to the surface of the earth, the brightly shining sun is like Ying's happy smile, and the dark clouds are like the strange anomalies happening to Yinxing. Now, the earth that should be very bright has become very dim and overcast.
"How strange, how could all this happen? First, the paper that was on top of Yinxing disappeared, then the pendant necklace that was around his neck also vanished. Where did those things go? Or are they hidden among Yinxing's clothes? Wait, let me check," Xiang said to himself.
After Xiang said those words to himself, he now moved closer to the box in front of his wife.
The box that previously held Yinxing now looked different from when it was first found by the side of the road. The box originally looked very shabby, but now it appeared very clean, a stark contrast.
As Xiang stared at the box, Ying asked, "My husband, why are you looking at the box? Instead of helping to clean Yinxing's urine, you're looking at something else. Come here and help me."
Xiang, confused by all the strange occurrences, set aside his confusion for a moment and immediately helped Ying clean the urine from her hand.
Xiang once again walked towards the kitchen, searching for a cloth and some water in a bucket. For the second time, he noticed the food in the kitchen, then quickly returned to the front.
Upon arriving, Xiang asked Ying, "Oh Ying, who cooked the food in the kitchen? Was it you?" As he asked, Xiang simultaneously wiped Ying's hand that had Yinxing's urine on it.
"Who else if not your wife? Do we have money to hire a maid? Of course not," Ying replied with a sarcastic tone, yet still full of gentleness.
"Then, weren't you sick? Did you get better while I was at work? Or did you push yourself too hard?" Xiang asked Ying another question.
"My husband still hasn't learned from the past, has he? Whenever I'm sick, I never laze around waiting to be pampered like a child, because I know this is not the time for that. And since I was young, I rarely got pampered. But when I'm with my Xiang, I get it completely," Ying answered.
Xiang asked again, "Then, have you recovered from your illness? I didn't give you any medicine, and we don't have any medicine at home. How did you get better?"
Ying replied, "Actually, I'm still sick. Did you forget I was coughing earlier? But after I saw the gift you gave me, I felt completely better. It's truly a miracle, a medicine that makes no sense."
"Oh, Xiang... The meal I made in the kitchen, I actually wanted to make it as a gift for you. I wanted to surprise you with the gift I prepared because I knew you would forget that today is our wedding anniversary. But it turns out my gift is nothing compared to the one you gave me," said Ying.
Unnoticed, their conversation had made the baby named Yinxing wait a long time, and finally, Yinxing started crying again.
As soon as Yinxing cried, Ying quickly ended the conversation and immediately picked up Yinxing, saying, "Oh Yinxing... Yinxing... My dear Yinxing, what's wrong? Did I make you wait? I'm sorry, my dear."
After hearing Ying's voice, or his mother's voice, Yinxing, who was initially crying, immediately fell silent. However, oddly enough, Yinxing did not seem like a one-week-old or even a one-month-old baby.
Yinxing's behavior was more like that of a two-year-old or even a three-year-old child.
It was as if Yinxing understood the language his mother was speaking and could even comprehend the words she was saying.
This is where Xiang again battled with his sanity. He also thought the same: Yinxing was not an ordinary baby. There was something that set Yinxing apart from other children.
Just after Xiang had this thought, he reached into his pocket. There was suddenly something there, though he remembered his pocket being empty.
Xiang then checked what was in his pocket. It turned out to be the red pendant necklace that had been around Yinxing's neck, which he had been looking for a while ago, now in his pocket along with the strange letters he had found.
Xiang's mind was spinning, causing him to feel dizzy. He then said to his wife, who was busy doting on Yinxing, "Ying, I need to go to the bedroom for a bit, just for a moment."
"But you haven't eaten yet, and don't tell me you don't want to eat. I worked hard to make it!" replied Ying.
"Yes, I will definitely eat. I just need to go to the bedroom for a bit. I'll eat with you in five or ten minutes. Wait for me, okay?" Xiang said. Then Xiang walked toward the bedroom.