Shirao's gaze met with Zhan Nanjue's.
She recalled the tree outside the window, and then thought of the bird's nest on the tree earlier.
Thought of the baby in her belly.
Suddenly, she felt reluctant to leave this beautiful world so quietly and without a trace.
"Brother, do you want to write a secret-sharing diary with me?"
"Secret-sharing diary?"
"It's probably just about sharing secrets." Shirao said.
Zhan Nanjue's eyes showed a hint of surprise. She was willing to share secrets with him?
Shirao didn't want to rest at all; she feared every sleepiness, for when she closed her eyes, she wouldn't know when she'd wake up again.
And now, she had some things she wanted to do.
Shirao took Zhan Nanjue to buy the secret-sharing diaries.
"One for you, one for me." Shirao said, "Write everything you want to say on it."
"Now?"
"Yes." Shirao said. "Don't peek at mine."
