Xia slowly let out his breath and whispered, "let me rephrase it, have you seen my mother in recent years? Has she told you anything about me? Why did she leave me?"
The old man jerked at his sentence. "She left you? That's impossible. That woman was crazy about you. She kept uttering crazy things like how her cute little crayfish was so innocent for the world and that he should be under her umbrella for all his life. It's not possible for her to leave you," he shook his head and went about sorting few herbs on the shelf.
Xia cheered up. He held Long's hand and gazed up at him. "Hear that Long, my mum never left me. She never wanted to leave me alone," he exclaimed and hugged him tight. He never once believed that his mother left him voluntarily but..... there was an inkling of doubt still lingering. Now that this doubt was clarified, he felt light and cheerful.
