"How can I be sure he's really my dada? He looks just like Mama said…" Yuan sat with a long face, Zoe's image refusing to fade from his mind.
"…Yuan. Yuan!" Zera's voice cut through his thoughts, startling him. She tilted her head, curious. "What are you thinking so deeply about, that you don't even hear me calling?"
Yuan blinked up at her. After a pause, he asked carefully, "Aunt Zera… have you ever seen my dada before?"
Her brows rose. "Your father? I met him a few times in the past. Why do you ask?"
"Then can you draw me a picture of him?" Yuan quickly snatched a brush and paper, his eyes shining with hope as he pushed them toward her.
Zera hesitated—how could she resist that expectant face? With a sigh, she took the brush and began to sketch. Yuan watched every stroke, his heart pounding. If it's him, I'll know. I'll finally know…
