Shen Mingzhu finished her bath and came upstairs to the baby's room.
Summer had arrived, and the weather grew hotter by the day.
The breeze upstairs was stronger, especially cool at night with the windows open, and the delicate fragrance of jasmine from the yard wafted in.
Shen Mingzhu spread a layer of straw mat on the floor of the baby's room and covered the doors and windows with fine mesh to keep mosquitoes out. Whenever she was free, she would let her daughter play there.
Pei Ziheng placed a wind-up frog on the straw mat, and the frog hopped forward as if it had come to life.
Little Guoguo giggled, scampering after the frog on hands and knees.
Before Little Guoguo could catch up, the frog stopped moving. Pei Ziheng picked up the frog, wound it up again, and placed it back on the mat.
Little Guoguo continued the chase.
The siblings were having a blast.