But now, seeing the faint, unreadable smile on her face, he wasn't so sure anymore.
Ever since the thought of finding that man named Yao had crossed his mind, he'd had no intention of letting it go.
With his connections, finding someone wasn't difficult.
He asked a friend, pulled some records, and in less than a week, he had a clear picture of Yao Shuli's situation.
After breaking up with Song Qingya, the guy had stayed in Qi City. He hadn't moved far away or even changed jobs.
He'd used his family's connections to get a teaching position at a local elementary school, teaching third-grade language arts.
He loved to hang around the movie theater and was often spotted at the cinema in the commercial district.
Not to watch movies, but to wait for the young women getting off work.
He had also joined a local literary society, which sounded quite respectable by its name.
It published an internal journal every quarter, filled entirely with his poems.
