He Mengjie shook her head and smiled bitterly: "There is nothing inconvenient. My mother and grandmother died a few years ago."
She accidentally looked up at Yuan Hao, and she captured the strange look that flashed through his eyes.
"Where is your dad?" he asked suddenly.
He Mengjie felt ache in her heart and said with a sad look: "I'm dead too."
Yuan Hao said "Oh" thoughtfully, then said with an apology: "I'm really sorry, it touched your sad past."
He Mengjie didn't say anything.
Yuan Hao lowered his head and took a sip of tea, then said, "Actually, I asked you for some reason. Because I think you look a bit like a female classmate in my school days. I wonder if it is convenient for you to tell me your mother's name?"
He Mengjie stared at him for a while, and felt a little confused. Should she tell him?
In the end, his warm smile and sincere eyes moved her, and she replied: "My mother's name is He Wanyun."
Yuan Hao's body seemed to shake for a moment, and then suddenly stood up. "It seems like a coincidence. You are indeed my classmate's daughter!"
He Mengjie opened her eyes wide and looked at him. Is there really such a coincidence in this world? It’s so dreamy!
Yuan Hao probably felt that his excitement was too obvious, so he slowly sat down again and took a sip of tea, and then said, "Don't be surprised. People of our age will be very excited when they talk about what happened when they were young."
He Mengjie smiled.
Yuan Hao looked at her, and his expression obviously seemed even more enthusiastic. It seemed that they had a relative relationship.
"Then I'll ask, my mother...how did she leave?" His eyes looked a little cautious.
He Mengjie's face was gloomy: "I was only four years old at that time."
"Have you not told you about your grandfather and grandmother when you are old?" Yuan Hao asked.
He Mengjie blinked, wondering if it was his own illusion, but he seemed to be a little impatient.
Seeing that she was just looking at her and didn't speak, Yuan Hao immediately laughed again and said, "Sorry, it may have touched your sadness. I just care a little about my old classmates."
He Mengjie shook her head and said, "It's okay. After so many years, there are old classmates who care about my mother, which is a blessing for my mother. My grandfather and grandmother never told me the cause of my mother's death, but I actually knew later that my mother committed suicide."
"Ah!" Yuan Hao let out a sigh and then stopped talking.
He Mengjie looked at him quietly and studied the strange expression on his face. Suddenly, she felt a strange feeling in her heart, as if the relationship between Yuan Hao and her mother was not an ordinary classmate was as simple as that.
Her heart suddenly accelerated for a few beats, and she felt a sense of anxiety. Could it be that Yuan Hao might know what happened to his mother when she was young? Then could he know what happened to her father?
She never believed that her father was dead. In her heart, she always had a stubborn idea that her father abandoned her and her mother. This can be guessed from the attitude of her grandparents when she mentioned her father.
However, she was very conflicted now. First, she couldn't help but want to find out the truth, second, she didn't want to face possible facts.