She has always felt that using a web page to secretly record diaries without being peeked by others is the safest way.
He always felt that he was waiting for someone, who? I don't know, where is that person? Have no idea. When will we meet? Have no idea.
And when he was drunk and crazy, he accidentally entered her computer and peeked at her diary. Even though he knew it was immoral, he still couldn't help but click in and read it every day. . . Day after day, month after month, year after year, until I didn't see her update her diary for three days in a row. He couldn't sit still and wanted to ask her why she didn't continue to update. It was hard to lose the only joy in life, okay?