Mrs Xia's body trembled and the circles of her eyes promptly reddened. She turned her head to look at Xia Mo. In a quavering voice, both hands reaching out, she asked, “Momo? Is it really you?”
Sorrow sprang forth from Xia Mo’s heart, although she knew nothing about its source, it was overwhelming. She rushed toward her mother, lunged onto her, embraced her and started weeping.
“Where have you been?” Mrs Xia pounded her daughter’s back, cried and said, “Not even a single phone call from you, do you want me to die from nervous breakdown? Or are you angry with mom? Is that why you got Mo Na to ring me?”
“Mom…” Xia Mo hugged her mother at her neck, she cried so inconsolably, that the sight of her could send pangs of grief to others.
The woman beside her patted Mrs Xia’s back, “What are you two doing? Seeing each other is a joyful thing. Why are you crying to so badly?”
At that, Mrs Xia let go of Xia Mo, took out a handkerchief from her pocket to dry her daughter’s tears, and then wiped her own off her face, before she made an introduction, “This is Madam Heng, the one I often mentioned to you, she’s no longer in D City, so after she moved here, I relocated here too. Where have you been all this while? Mo Na said you went to study, what are you studying? Are you done learning?”