Two people... or rather one person and one ghost, looked at the diary.
Chen Yuan spent a bit too much time reading the diary today, going through each entry once more, including the assessment Xia Xinyu had made when they became neighbors.
But unfortunately, it was just one sentence—boy from No.11 High School.
He had heard of judging by appearances, but judging by school was new to him.
An Ruxue was gradually coming to understand everything as she read through the diary.
Including Xia Xinyu's family background, the reason she came here, their first encounter, the tragic loss of Xinyu's parents, her seeking death, Chen Yuan saving her, getting close to her, and also giving her the stars...
Just by reading the diary, An Ruxue could picture the scenes.
In sorrow, with beauty and warmth mixed in.
This man, he...
Looking at his profile, An Ruxue felt for the first time after her death that love was so beautiful.