Chu Qiao, as if she did not see anything, patted the child's head and said, "I'm going to sing a song for you. Listen up.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
"You make me happy when skies are grey.
"You'll never know how much I love you.
"Please don't take my sunshine away."
Her gentle voice was like a hypnotic incense as it drifted in the air. The lights in the room gave off a feeling of warmth. The woman dressed in white squatted on the ground, her hair hung over her shoulder. The child was placed in a black wooden basin.