Looking at everything in the room, Bai Haoxue felt not a trace of happiness or excitement.
Only full of heartache and emotion—has Ji Hanyu been living like this all these years?
This fool, the biggest fool in the world.
She was so bad to him, so unkind.
Bai Haoxue sat in front of the dressing table, took out a sticky note, wanting to write down what she was thinking about saying to Ji Hanyu at that moment.
She looked around the dressing table but couldn't find a pen, so Bai Haoxue opened the drawer beneath the dressing table to see if there was one.
What caught her eyes were her diaries from childhood to now, about five or six of them neatly placed together.
However, Bai Haoxue was interested in the one beside them—it was different from her brightly colored notebooks, simply styled and elegant.
Is this Ji Hanyu's diary?
Anyway, Ji Hanyu must have read all her diaries, so she was going to read his.
