In 1986, in the Capital of China, a scream rang out early in the morning from a three-courtyard residence not far from the Imperial Palace. As Li Xiu, Zhou Lian, and Sister Fang looked on with wide smiles, a blushing Li Xianglin said sheepishly, "I didn't mean to! Before I even opened my eyes, I felt that all my bedding was soaked. Then I opened them and saw a little naked kid sprawled across my face."
Suppressing a laugh, Li Xiu picked up the little naked boy—five-year-old Yanyan—and said gently to Zhou Lian, "Bao'er, you help our daughter get cleaned up. I'll take Yanyan and head out for a bit."
Amused by her daughter's look of utter despair, Zhou Lian said softly, "Nuonuo, you'd better get up. We still have to go to your grandmaster's house later!"
Seven-year-old Li Xianglin climbed out of bed. Looking at her urine-soaked pajamas, she said with disgust, "Mama, I need to take a shower and wash my hair."
