The uneasy and awkward expression was like fear and inferiority.
The Han Xintong in Qiao An's memory didn't come from a poor family, so how did she... become like this?
After sitting down, Han Xintong looked at her own fingers and said, "I'm really sorry to bother you. I've been struggling alone in S Country for years, knowing no one. I accidentally saw you on TV and was really surprised to find out you also came to S Country. There were a lot of news about you online, so I presumptuously sent you the diary..."
Saying this, Han Xintong carefully lifted her head, "Qiao An, you're not angry, are you?"
"Why do you ask?" Qiao An paused, poured two glasses of water, and handed one to her.
As she reached to take it and thank her, Qiao An pursued, "How did you come to have Ran Ling's diary?"
"Don't you remember?" Han Xintong smiled bitterly, "Back then, I was closest with Ran Ling. We were inseparable, like sisters. Ever since she... I've kept this diary of hers."
