Zhu Fang felt dejected, seeing Chen Hai's frail appearance. She had initially believed that his divination had faced issues and yielded nothing.
But now, after hearing Chen Hai's words, a sense of joy began to rise in her heart for no apparent reason.
"Chen Hai, have you figured out the root cause of why our little Yu cannot walk?" she asked.
With a hopeful expression, her gaze intensely focused on Chen Hai's face.
The old Zhu Fang never truly believed in divination; that was the truth.
But now, with no other options, her hopes of healing her son rested entirely on Chen Hai's divination.
True or not, she kept telling herself incessantly that Chen Hai would surely be able to help her.
Even if she were to be disappointed again, it would still be better than the despair she felt in her heart.
"Sister Fang, three years ago, on October 16th, when Yu was eight months old, did you take him on a trip to Yangshuo in Yuexi?" Chen Hai asked weakly, leaning on the sofa.