"That..." Shui Koshing walked over to the corner and picked up a basketball that had been placed on a box. The basketball clearly was quite old and there were several marks of time left on its surface. But Shui Koshing knew how special it was. "This is Xian's favorite basketball. Or should I call it the lucky one?"
"The lucky one?" repeated Raelle as she tilted her head slightly with her eyes blinking reflecting the innocence of her heart.
"Yes, the lucky one," echoed Shui Koshing. He turned the basketball around and showed it to Raelle. There seemed to be something written on the basketball but with time, it had faded a lot. It was difficult to make out what was written on it.
"I can't read it," said Raelle.
