"What a pity," Xiao Yao continued to ask.
"It's just a pity that she disappeared suddenly in her junior year. To this day, all of us still don't know where she went!" The middle-aged man spoke with great confusion. The person's disappearance was like a mystery.
As Xiao Yao looked at the middle-aged man who seemed to be reminiscing, she was now certain that he was talking about her mother.
However, she couldn't reveal this directly now; who knew if this man was one of "those people"? Otherwise, why would he suddenly come up to her and say these things?
Xiao Yao feigned curiosity and asked, "So Uncle, why did she disappear all of a sudden?" Her mother's disappearance had been a mystery for the whole school, after all.
The middle-aged man shook his head, "I don't know. However, it is said that she left to find her lover!"
Xiao Yao asked flatly, "Oh!" Then she continued, asking curiously, "Does your classmate really look that much like me?"
