At 22:20 on October 30, I don't have the habit of writing a diary, but I started thinking of you habitually.
At 21:45 on November 12, it was rare for the sky to be full of stars. Admiring them seemed to be the only thing we could do from a distance.
At 22:58 on November 21, it was snowing heavily, but it was not too cold. But without you, the sun can make my heart feel cold.
At 23:17 on December 19th, I had a high fever and cooked my own porridge. In fact, I missed your taste even more.
December 28th at 23:10, the deadline is getting closer and closer, please teach me a way to forget you, everything is bitter, everything is sweet.
January 1, 00:00, I'm sorry, I can't do it.
Holding the diary in hand, Chen Lang read it full of ridicule. Every word seemed to hurt Mu Bei's heart, "Chen Lang, you have gone too far!" She finally couldn't help but shed tears, but she still frowned stubbornly.
"Did I go too far? Mu Bei, you are already married to me, but you still miss him. I want to know who of the two of us goes too far!"
Without any time to argue, she was suddenly picked up and thrown onto the bed, and then a tall body pressed down on her to restrain her. Mu Bei stopped struggling in vain and allowed his lips and teeth to invade and swallow up his breath. The last glance of his tearful eyes rested on the diary that had been torn to pieces, just like the extravagant hope that had drifted away. She knew in her heart that the person she loved never belonged to her, even for a moment. But I will soon belong to someone else, forever.
After all, the night is slightly cooler...