Faced with Li Peifeng's response, Zhao Qingge narrowed her eyes slightly, then bowed her head again to continue writing;
[The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost at any time.]
Li Peifeng blinked his eyes. "Isn't that 'it' used incorrectly?"
"I think it fits well, you shut up."
Zhao Qingge's tone was calm, not affecting her continuation of writing in the diary. Upon seeing the subsequent words, Li Peifeng's gaze turned gentle.
[But the problem is that no one is unafraid of losing, so I tried to control you through economic means. I know it's despicable, and I know this approach can't control you, but I can't help it because I really hope they would back away in front of insufficient material wealth; I also wish for you to understand my intentions…]
Zhao Qingge held the pen in her right hand, and her left hand suddenly covered the words she was writing, but even with the view obstructed, Li Peifeng knew what she wrote.
