The simple sentence was repeated three times. The strong hatred seemed to penetrate the photo through the font.
Below the character, there is a very small date. He Mengjie leaned over and took a closer look, and then her body suddenly stiffened!
After that date, it should be the day before my mother committed suicide! Before her mother committed suicide, she actually had such deep hatred for Yuan Hao!
He Mengjie's heart sank hard, and her whole body was cool.
In a sense, Yuan Hao is the murderer of his mother! If he hadn't abandoned his mother cruelly, how could his mother suffer from depression under the strange eyes of everyone? How could his mother commit suicide if she did not suffer from depression?
Yuan Hao is the murderer who killed his mother!
He Mengjie clenched her fist and a violent anger erupted in her chest.
A man like Yuan Hao who abandons things all the time is not worthy of being her father at all!
He Mengjie sat next to the small wooden box and was angry for a while. The various grievances and sadnesses that had been originally gradually changed, turning into full of anger and hatred.
She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, and made a decision. From then on, she would be like a passerby with Yuan Hao!
Then, she picked up the photo and prepared to put it back into the small wooden box. But when she was putting the photo, she was attracted by the three small notebooks again.
What are those? She has never seen them before.
She picked up a book and opened it to read it, and found that it was her mother's diary!
She quickly flipped through the diary in her hand and looked at the date. The date showed that it should have been when her mother was in college. She didn't remember it every day.
Suddenly, a strong curiosity arose in her heart. She wanted to spy on it, she wanted to understand what kind of girl her mother was in the past. Is she a kind and beautiful girl just as her grandfather said, as she imagined.
Where is the lady?
So, she opened the first page of her diary.
The diary is like a girl’s beautiful journey of her heart, written from the first day of college entrance. Everything is positive, beautiful and joyful.
He Mengjie looked at the joy that came out between the lines, and could not imagine that her mother, who was always melancholy, was so lively and joyful back then.
What changed her, and what made her look like?
He Mengjie flipped back anxiously, but she never left a word. She looked carefully and seriously, as if she had brought herself into her mother's college life back then.
Time passed by little by little, He Mengjie was tired of sitting, and then lay down on the floor of the storage room.
Then—she finally saw the name—Yuan Hao, near the end of the first diary!
He Mengjie's heart suddenly jumped and she couldn't help but sit up straight.
At this moment, the door of the storage room was suddenly pushed open, and Wenxuan's concerning voice sounded at the door: "Little fool?"
He Mengjie turned his head mechanically and looked at him blankly. It was as if his happy life was suddenly interrupted by a sudden person.
Wenxuan walked in and glanced at the small wooden box in front of her. Then he gently picked up the notebook she was holding in her hand.
He lowered his head, just glanced at him, and then stared at He Mengjie with a surprised look.
His eyes suddenly filled with tenderness like water, and there seemed to be a hint of heartache.