Lu Youheng, exhausted from crying alone, climbed onto the chair in front of his desk, sobbing pitifully.
His chubby little hand reached out, tore the latest page of his diary off, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it into the nearby wastebasket.
He fumbled in the pen holder for a pen, but staring at the blank page, he couldn't write a single word.
What was he supposed to write?
After all, it was his dad who had stolen Teacher Ye, and he wasn't even allowed to speak of it?
His dad was so unreasonable.
This was the only thought in his head, and he found himself writing it down unconsciously.
Time passed without him knowing how long, the little guy wracked his brain but couldn't think of what to write next. After a few yawns, he actually fell asleep.
