Su Ya shook her grandma's arm and kept gesticulating, "Grandma, grandma, why am I different from other children? Why can't I speak?" Grandma touched Su Ya's long hair and looked at her kindly, "It's not that my little Aya can't speak, it's God. I want to give Aya the best thing in the world, but people can't be too greedy and can't have too many good things, so we, Aya, can't speak for the time being." Suya thought that what grandma said was right, so she paid attention to everything every day, waiting for the best to appear.