Scott Martin stared at the photo and old Mr. Martin slowly began to speak, seemingly lost in memories: "She was my first love, but she suddenly left me after getting pregnant, disappearing without a trace."
Old Mr. Martin sighed, "At that time, she would occasionally send me a photo. It was through this photo that I knew she was in Clance. But back then, when I wanted to go there, various things held me back. I could only send someone to look for her. Unfortunately, I was told that the place she was staying at had burned down in a fire, she was dead, and my daughter was missing."
Old Mr. Martin clenched his jaw: "Even though I got married later and had other children, you understand that a first love is the hardest to forget. And this daughter of mine, lost out there, is now my life's only concern."
Here, old Mr. Martin sighed, "Chen, you are my dearest grandson, so could you help me find her?"