Chapter 335
The man didn''t run this time. Instead, he just stood there, waiting for me with a direct gaze.
"Do you know me?" I walked up to him and asked straight away.
"No, I don''t."
I took a good look at him. He was the kind of guy who might not knock you off your feet at first nce, but the more you looked, the more attractive he became. Plus, he had a fairplexion.
He was dressed differently today, not in the hoodie from yesterday but in a light blue T-shirt, making him look all neat and tidy.
"Seems like we''ve run into each other a bit too often from yesterday till today," I hinted subtly at his lie.
"We really don''t know each other, but you look a lot like someone I know," he said, and I couldn''t help butugh. That line was as old as the hills.
He seemed to catch the mockery in myughter, his cheeks turning a shade of pink. "I''m serious. I have a photo."
With that, he pulled out his smartphone, tapped it a few times, and held it up for me to see. As my gaze shifted from his face to the phone, I was genuinely taken aback.
The photo showed a girl with her hair tied in a bun, beaming a radiant smile. The resemnce between her face and mine was striking, about eighty percent simr. The biggest difference was probably a small mole near the girl''s eye.
I stared at the photo for a while before looking back at him. "She does look a lot like me, but I don''t know her."
"I know," the man pocketed his phone, his voice a bit somber.
"So, why are you following me?" I nced down at his feet, noticing he was wearing sneakers, not dress shoes.
The man fell silent.
I thought he felt guilty and said straightforwardly, "Following me around like this could be considered stalking. I could call the police."
His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at me. "I meant no harm."
"Even with no ill intentions, as a man following me, it makes me feel frightened and uneasy, you get that?" My tone was reminiscent of how I usually reprimand my subordinates.
"I''m sorry," the man lowered his head slightly.
"You don''t seem like a bad person. Let''s just forget the encounters from yesterday and today happened, and I won''t pursue it any further. But let this be thest time," I warned him.
He remained silent, and I turned to leave.
"Wait," he suddenly called out to me.
"My name is Mack Craig, I''m a PhD student," he said, pulling out his student ID as he spoke.
My eyesnded on the words "Harvard University," one of the finest institutions.
Suddenly, felt differently about him.
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I had thought there was something distinguished about him when saw him running away yesterday and my instincts were right.
"Harvard has always been a dream.
hmine, but s, I never made it
This ID back, joking about
myself but also stating a fact.
I didn''t make it to Harvard, partly because of Conrad, who wouldn''t go there. And of course, I didn''t get in eventually, so for the sake of my romantic dreams, I clipped my own wings. N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.
Ah, thinking about it now, I was so foolish.
Mack looked at me, saying, "The girl you saw... she''s sick, very sick, and might not have much time left."
I froze, observing the mncholic look on Mack''s face. "Was she your girlfriend?"
"No, she was my mentor."
A brilliant girl, tragically ill.
"What''s her illness, if you don''t mind me asking?" I ventured.
Mack was shrouded in a veil of sadness. "It''s not an illness. It was an ident, a car crash, a year ago."
His words were disjointed, but I understood perfectly, feeling a pang of sympathy. "Was the ident your fault?" Mack''s head hung even lower, and he softly confirmed it.
I began to grasp his sadness, his grief, and why he had been following me.
He must be longing for the days when his mentor was alive, active, andughing, which is why he saw her in me.
I didn''t know how tofort him, but recalling his words, I asked, "So your mentor... she won''t wake up?"
Otherwise, he wouldn''t have said she wouldn''t be around much longer.
"Yeah, she''s only being kept alive by life support now," his words brought a wave of sorrow over me.