Perhaps the thing that Jiang Tingyue insisted on for the longest time was that she wrote a diary specifically about him.
She didn't know why she cared so much about him.
Maybe it was the candy, maybe it was the silent "thank you", or maybe it was the seed called "curiosity" he planted in her heart.
What she didn't expect was that the last page of the diary was:
"June 9th, sunny.
I finally determined that he really couldn't hear me.
Because——
He couldn't hear how much I liked him. "
The pages were soaked with tears, and fragments of the moon slipped out of his neck.
On the last line of words.
Like putting a silent period on that sentence.
Intention: Regret
