There was an alteration in the expression of Luna's mother upon the question Danish raised, full of pastiness all over her countenance through which Danish got inquisitive if that middle-aged woman had a secret she furled for herself.
After a long inhale, Luna's mother opened her mouth and the confession sprouted out of her lips. "Well, since you have come from the city with those two identical pictures, I possess no contraries against your assumption. The little girls in the pictures are indeed the same person."
"Mom…." Luna spontaneously cut her mother off even though there was no indication that her mother would stop her sentences yet. "Do my ears go wrong? Does it mean that Bai Xingxing and I….we are…." Her mother's nod asserted that he was Bai Xingxing, the little girl Danish once encountered in his childhood before the accident separated them.
"You are not lying, are you, Aunty? Luna is my Star?"
