"Get in!"
He said, releasing her.
Qin Mu looked at him numbly, glanced again, then slowly turned around and sluggishly walked in.
He followed her.
Inside, it was a bit cold. She went to change her clothes and, when she came downstairs, smelled scallion noodles. Seeing the two bowls on the table in the dining room, she suddenly remembered something.
"Sit down and eat the noodles."
He said tersely, his face cold as he spoke to her, then sat himself down first.
That night, she gave him her beloved diary, which only had her name written on it, "Qin Mu," surrounded by a heart drawn in red ballpoint pen. She hadn't started using it yet.
That night, after receiving the diary, Mu Yichen felt a little better, not because of the diary itself, but because it had her name on it along with that childish heart, even if it wasn't drawn for him.
Later, Mu Yichen treated it as a treasured keepsake.
