The sound of rain murmurs.
Gong Shirao's voice resembled the gentle singing of the rain.
"Then, let's dig up the secret nineteen years later."
"Why so long?" Zhan Nanjue originally thought it would be a matter of a few days or months at most. When he heard nineteen years, he protested outright: "In nineteen years, the box will rot. Maybe the diaries inside won't be legible, so what's the point of exchanging diaries then?!"
"Then let it be unreadable," Gong Shirao said. "It's not bad if it becomes an eternal secret."
"That's not fair," Zhan Nanjue said. "You know full well I absolutely need to know what you wrote in the diary."
"Then we'll see our fate nineteen years later!" Gong Shirao smiled lightly. "The bathroom is ready, go take a bath."
"..."
Gong Shirao nudged him, "Go on, don't catch a cold!"
Zhan Nanjue was lost in thought.
