The fragrance of roses was still there, but the two of them had completely different moods. Edward turned around and took her bag and coat, and his voice softly, "You can watch it any time."

He turned his back to her and walked a little quickly, as if he was afraid that she would start to open the notebook the next second. If this was the case, then he would feel even more that what he did was so dirty.

"Edward," Ding Yiyi called him, "No matter what it is inside, you are very important to me, and this will never change."

His figure stopped, and his somewhat sluggish back seemed to be straightened a little, "Let's go."

When he got home, Ding Yiyi sat on the floor-to-ceiling windowsill. The wind blew in outside the window brought the smell of ginkgo, making people feel more and more sober.

On her knees, the notebook was placed upright. As long as she was willing to reach out, she could easily pick the notebook open with one move.

Finally, when the breeze blew her forehead again, she stretched out her hand, pinching a corner of the notebook with her index finger and thumb, and the beige pages gradually revealed.

The blue handwriting is very graceful and neat. Every time I write "Yu" and my tail will rise slightly. Just when I see this handwriting, she knows that these things were written by her.

She suddenly got up, hurriedly opened the drawer, stuffed the notebook into it, and covered the notebook with a lot of books.

Close the drawer, she climbed onto the bed and hid in the quilt, looked up at the huge chandelier on the ceiling for a while, and then patted it casually.

The voice-controlled switch obediently executed her commands, and the room fell into darkness, so quiet that only my heartbeat could be heard.

The light suddenly lit up on the phone. It was Ye Nianmo's text message, but there were only two simple words on it, "Good night."

Her heart was inspiring, and she stared at the mobile phone interface blankly until the screen gradually became darker, and then became darker.

The bed made a slight noise, and she suddenly sat up again, got up and walked barefoot to the cabinet, opened the drawer again, and pulled out the notebook at the bottom.

After taking a deep breath, she opened the first page, "This is the first day I decided to start writing a diary. I don't know how long I can last, but in order not to cause trouble for the person I love, I don't regret it.

My decision.”

The paper was slightly vibrating because of the trembling fingers. She had just looked at a few lines and then closed the notebook, locked it into the cabinet again, and locked it.

The cold key urged the dark golden light in the moonlight. She walked to the window and looked down. Several wild cats downstairs with round belly were duels, as if venting their excess experiences.

She loosened her hands, and the dark golden key practiced the free fall movement, and the light and straight falling line quickly disappeared into the grass.

The wild cats were obviously frightened. Their dirty hair stood, their faces were frightened, making sharp sounds, and then they ran away.

Back in bed, Ding Yiyi thought she would continue to struggle, but she didn't expect that she would fall asleep in a daze.

In the early morning, what woke her up was the warm sunshine. She stretched her waist on the bed, and after a brief period of emptiation, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

She remembered that just last night, Edward said he was leaving, and her cabinet still had the book recording all the memories before her memory loss.

"Edward." She whispered, and the unusual silence made her heart suddenly panic.
Chapter completed!