Scott stared at the photo, and old Mr. Martin slowly began speaking, looking lost in recollection. "She's my first love, but after she became pregnant, she suddenly left me without a trace."
Old Mr. Martin sighed. "At that time, she used to send me a photo now and then. Through this photo, I learned she was in Clance, but when I wanted to go there that year, I was prevented by various matters. I could only send someone to find her. Unfortunately, they told me the place where she was staying was burnt to the ground by a big fire, and she was dead while my daughter was missing."
Old Mr. Martin tensed his jaw. "Later, although I got married and had other children, first love is the hardest to forget. And this daughter of mine is missing. It has become my only concern in this life."
Old Mr. Martin sighed. "Scott, you're my most beloved grandson, so can you help me find her?"
