"You must be curious as to why I gave you such a note, asking you that when I knew you couldn't do it, didn't I?" Wells seemed to be able to see into the inner world of people, and said what Wood wanted to say but didn't say.

"Yes, you were disappointed. Wood said politely, not wanting the other party to think that he was acting a little reckless and ill-conceived.

"How can you think that? It's almost impossible for you. You don't have to be disappointed about it, you've actually done a great job. Wells didn't know if he was really complimenting Wood or just out of comfort, but hearing Wells' words, Wood felt a lot better. At least when facing Wells, I no longer have a psychological burden.

"You're here to read?" Wood didn't think Wells had this hobby, because he didn't look like a person who liked to read at all.

"No, I'm coming for you. Wells looked at Wood's puzzled expression, then looked at the book in Wood's hand and asked:

"Are you studying ancient texts?" Wells looked very interested in the book in Wood's hand, and Wood simply spread the book out with a helpless expression.

"When I came here, I realized that I had so much to learn. If I don't work my own, won't I waste my time? Wood believes that people can't always stay in one place, and people must continue to break through themselves to live, so that life can be considered meaningful.

"Very well, I've heard Pekney mention your name before, and I remember when you first started school, you were taken in by Pip and the others in Brooke's car. I wonder what happened?" Wells asked softly, and Wood noticed that from the moment Wells came over, he had put up a barrier around him so that no one outside could hear the conversation between them.

"I was late, and they didn't want me to miss out on that precious time. In addition, I didn't have my own school rider at the time, so Pip kindly sent me over. Wood said lightly.

"You don't seem to be curious about me looking for you?" Wells looked at the ten-year-old boy in front of him, his face with a steadiness that didn't match his age.

"Isn't that surprising? Almost no one knows about the book you told me, and whether it works out or not, you're sure to find a way to come to me. I just don't understand, where did that book go?" Wood seemed to ask himself, as if he were asking the other person.

"How do I know that you lost the book, how can I know the whereabouts of the book? Wells said firmly, the corners of his lips slightly raised, as if he had played a big joke on someone else, and then waited to come over and see how the man ended.

"Principal Brooke didn't even know that the book was by Fireheart's side, and it had always been by Fireheart's side. It's not scientific, you know, can you tell me how you found out about that book?" Wood felt that the key to the matter was still with Wells, and if he could have said more to himself, he might have been able to figure it out.

"I don't know about this, the reason why I know the name of this book is also because I overheard it, and I think it will be useful to you, so ...... Actually, I didn't know that you would actually find that book, I probably wanted to see your reaction, but you actually found out, which is also considered your luck. However, it seems that Heaven did not take such good fortune only to the end, and it is a pity that you did not get the book even though you know the whereabouts of the book. Wells pretended to be sorry, and Wood felt that he could only half believe his words.

"I'm sorry, I wonder if there's anything else you've come to see me today?" Wood asked, someone like Wells wouldn't have come to talk to him.

"I'm here to give you something, and I think it's a very useful thing for you now. As he spoke, Wells took out a small ball from his pocket, which was transparent, except for a less noticeable black mist at the center of the ball.

"What is this?" Wood couldn't help but be wary when he saw the black mist.

"Don't worry, it's not a bad thing, it's called the Ghost Mirror, you just have to put your hand on it, and you can see the scenery and people wherever you want to see. Remember, I'm talking about anywhere, anyone, who is alive and you can say the other person's name, you can see it. After Wells finished speaking, before Wood could react, he stood up and disappeared from Wood's sight. This Wells is really as good as his name suggests, coming and going without a trace.

Wood put the little crystal ball in his pocket and looked around, he could see a few people just a few years ago, but now they were all gone. Wood is the only one left in the vast library. Holding the ghost mirror in his hand, Wood's heart suddenly became excited.

Just now, Wells was talking about anyone, and if they were alive, anyone would be able to see through the ghost. The news made Wood's heart immediately become uneasy and excited, uneasy, uncertain that something was about to be determined.

If you can see your mother in this, it means that she is still alive, and you can not only know that she is alive, but also see what she looks like. Thinking of this, Wood couldn't wait to find a place where no one was around, to confirm the problem that had been bothering him for years.

But when he actually took out the ghostly mirror, he couldn't say the name anymore. What if I can't see anything in the mirror?

Thinking of this, Wood put his hand on it and called out Mante's name, and soon, black smoke filled the mirror. Soon after, the black smoke vanished, replaced by the sleeping appearance of Mante. The image is silent, and Wood can only see the slightly undulating rhythm of Mante's breathing as he sleeps.

Wood then called out Suri's name again, but when the black smoke cleared, Wood immediately let go of his hand. At just one glance, Wood was already blushing like a ripe persimmon.

Although it was only a glance, Wood also knew what Su Rui was doing at this time, and the girl's smooth skin made Wood's whole heart beat violently.

Wood didn't have the heart to try again, he quickly put the mirror away, put it in his pocket, and walked towards the bedroom. Wood felt like someone was pointing fingers at him all the way, and even though he was sure he didn't have anyone around, he just felt that way.