Manman tiptoed, leaning close to her husband to look, and saw her child's name among the options: Tao, Xiang, Qian, Chun...
The choices were diverse and random, just going through the list, there seemed to be no pattern, no hint of the profundity beneath the simple characters, no clue as to how the elders had come up with these names. But Manman was clever, and she wouldn't ask. If she did, and the elders then lectured her, invoking the virtues of the Five Elements to reason with her, she knew that the two names she had chosen, Nana and Xixi, would be at a disadvantage.
The situation was pressing, and Jiang Yan was like a person grasping at straws, desperately pulling out the letter from Huang Jiru that he had just received.
Seeing her husband draw the letter from his pocket as if it were a treasure, of course Manman stretched her neck to get a closer look.
