From the handwriting, Li Zhiyuan could discern the emotions of the diary's owner when they wrote these words.
The young man lifted his head to look at the window in front of him.
An old-fashioned wooden window, somewhat dilapidated, with visible gaps.
The diary owner must have been crouching behind this window then, cautiously peering through the gaps.
The earth building's courtyard was large, with a bonfire pit in the middle where people likely gathered during meetings.
Among them, the diary owner saw himself.
It must have been a moment of sheer terror for him.
Li Zhiyuan turned to the previous entries in the diary, noting that it's not a workbook, so many people wouldn't write their names on the opening page. Furthermore, the diary entries were mostly described from the first-person perspective of "I".
However, Li Zhiyuan was fortunate; he quickly found the diary owner's name.
