Qiu Lan flipped open the first page of the diary; upon seeing the group photograph, her fingers trembled even more violently, and her eyes brimmed with sourness.
She remembered this photo; at that time, it was she who had actively requested to take it.
The diary was thin, and there weren't many words inside, but almost every sentence, every word was about her. This was a man's diary of unrequited love, dense with deep affection in every line.
It turned out, throughout those past years, he had always been watching over her from behind, protecting her, loving her deeply.
Like a dark knight, hidden in the shadows keeping her safe, sharing in her joy with her smiles, troubled by her tears, rejoicing when she was happy, and grieving when she was sad.
Qiu Lan didn't know how she managed to read through the entire diary, her whole body shivering, unable to utter a single word.
