"A great writer, a great man of letters. He used to be in the same class as Yuan Qinghua."
The teacher looked with a touch of wistfulness at the boy in the upper left corner of the photo.
Following his gaze, Gu Mian saw a skinny boy wearing glasses. He looked extremely shy; even his smile for the camera was bashful.
"When I was teaching him, I thought he was unremarkable. His grades weren't good, and he had such a timid personality. But unexpectedly, after graduation, one of his books made him famous, and he became a great writer. He wrote many bestsellers, and his classmates all envied him... His books should still be in the Central Library, but it's a pity the library is closed now..."
"However, he also died later... Writers, well, they're always prone to melancholy. He was later found dead in his own room."
At this, the teacher fell silent, seemingly unwilling to say more.
Even 007 was confused now.
