The surface of the wooden box was a bit faded, and the antique lock was somewhat rusty.
She held the box gently and blew away the dust on the surface.
"Cough, cough, cough!!!"
"These dramas are misleading, got dust in my eyes!"
After a bit of chaos, Lv Xuan placed the vintage little wooden box on the floor. She stared at it for a while, her gaze slightly nostalgic.
She thought for a moment, left the room, and returned with a hammer and screwdriver in hand.
With a click in the room, the lock dropped in response.
The initial idea was to seal away youthful memories, the key had long been thrown into the river to feed the fish. In hindsight, it was adorably silly.
But being silly has its own advantages.
The human brain, instinctively, will periodically clear its memory. A diary is like a manual secondary brain, recording fragmented memories.
Thankfully, she had the same love for writing diaries as Old Jiang back then.