Most of the time in public, this face was filled with a bright smile, silly and even heartless.

However, at this moment, the face in the mirror became unexpectedly melancholy.

Just as Ning Chu said, Shirley has a sensitive side in her personality.

When the water drops on her face slid, Shirley walked back to the bedroom silently, sat on the side of the bed, staring at the dark curtains, and the scenes of yesterday morning echoed in her mind.

The professor died, so suddenly, there was sadness, but not much, after all, they were not familiar with each other...

Shirley actually knew very well that Schneider was a little bored with her student.

It’s not because of her studies, but because of her poor talent. Not to mention being selected as a formal member of the National Rescue Association, even as an outside member, she thinks that her personality is not stable enough.

What Schneider cares about is Ning Cuo, who is qualified to formally join the association or even be selected as the core, which can bring benefits to him. As for other students, they don’t care much.

Shirley saw this far more thoroughly than others.

See through but not speak through.

However, she still refused to give up and thought... If she gets familiar with it, she might have the chance to follow this line and step into the mysterious realm.

However, Schneider died just like that, the door to the mystery loomed, and then closed it to her with a bang.

She was really upset.

After a silence, Shirley took her backpack, unzipped her zipper, and took out an old and thin person... Nowadays, with the popularity of mobile phones, few people have thin persons.

Spread out, page by page, there are various photos, and each picture has the figure of a mother, which is what her mother looks like.

Shirley flips from behind to forward, the background turns from Europe to Japan, the colors go from colorful to black and white, and the women in the photo also go from haggard and melancholy, gradually getting young and smiling.

It seems like time goes back, my mother was such a laughing girl back then.

Shirley thought, and finally turned to the first page.

The black and white photo is in the background of a sacred palace. A tall Chinese man faces the camera and is serious. His young mother rides on his grandfather's neck and smiles innocently.

Shirley closed her face, held her in her arms, lowered her head, and made a low sob, saying in a voice that only she could hear:

"Mom, I'm sorry, I can't seem to be an extraordinary person and can't get my grandfather's relics back. Maybe you're right. My qualifications are too poor and I shouldn't have unrealistic fantasies..."

"But, I'm really unwilling to give up."

As weeping, suddenly, the dark curtains swelled, as if the wind was blowing in. The wind was so strong that the glass windows seemed to no longer existed, and the interior was in a mess.

Woo... In the wind, Shirley let out a low voice, subconsciously turned her head, narrowed her eyes, and didn't understand what was going on.

wind?

How could the wind blow in?

The window should be closed...
Chapter completed!