After returning from lunch, Mei Mengzhen once again entered the classroom and felt uneasy under everyone's gaze. Finally, she couldn't help but blurt out, "If you have something to ask, just ask."
Everyone shook their heads in unison, "No, we don't have anything to ask."
Mei Mengzhen pouted. They didn't ask, and she didn't feel like talking, either.
But just as she had taken her seat, a boy seated behind her to the right tapped her shoulder and said, "They may not ask, but I want to."
"Then go ahead and ask," she replied.
"We've heard, did your parents pass away? We don't mean to rip open any old wounds, we just want to understand the situation, fearing we might have misheard someone else's rumors."
Mei Mengzhen was speechless. You're not ripping open old wounds, yet you ask so directly? However, she was very curious, "Can I know who spread it?"