The host laughed heartily. "Take it seriously. Treat it as if you are confessing in a church. It has to be your own secret. Don't just go through the motions. That's meaningless. Be sincere. Everyone, be sincere..."
Yan Xixi stared intently at the slip of paper. What secret do I even have? What should I write?
"Alright, has everyone finished writing? One, two, three... You can now pass your slips of paper to the colleague on your left..."
Yan Xixi put down her pen and folded her paper to pass it to a female colleague. However, she deliberately didn't look back, nor did she glance at Huang Xiaojue to her left. She absolutely didn't want to receive his "secret."
However, his slip of paper was already being passed to her. His manner was nonchalant, like that of any ordinary colleague, showing no hint of emotional turmoil.
Reluctantly, Yan Xixi accepted the slip but didn't open it.
After a while, Huang Xiaojue's voice rose faintly, "Aren't you going to take a look?"
