"Egg-egg," Mrs. Song said with distress, looking at her son's pale face, "how much blood did you lose? Why is your face so white? It's been days, hasn't your color returned yet?"
"Mom, what's wrong?" Song Wang smiled when he heard his nickname, "Mom, it's been a long time since you called me that."
"It's because you wouldn't let me call you that," Mrs. Song gave her son a glance, "such a nice-sounding name."
Nice-sounding, Song Wang chuckled bitterly, yes, it does sound nice, at least better than names like Ergou, and certainly much nicer.
