Lu Qingyi had just finished a politics class, setting down her chalk and stepping out of the classroom, when she saw Lu Jiahao standing at the classroom doorway.
Lu Jiahao was a science student, so naturally, he didn't take politics classes.
"Sister..."
Not having seen him for a day, Lu Jiahao's eyes were slightly puffy, his expression somewhat desolate; it seemed as though he hadn't slept the entire night, his voice hoarse.
The students who came out of the classroom were curiously looking at the situation, giving sidelong glances, but no one dared to stop and watch.
Although Lu Qingyi was young and beautiful, she was not easy to deal with, and everyone had experienced her fierceness.
"What happened to you?"
The Lu Jiahao of yesterday was still full of vitality, but overnight he had become like this.
Lu Qingyi frowned, looking at Lu Jiahao with a touch of heartache.
"Sister...Mom...my Mom...she's gone."
Lu Jiahao took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
