C1115 A Missing Memory

There were more and more people in the afternoon. I hid in my old room, avoiding Xia Ziye, and didn't want to see Tu YuanNan and my dad. This room was the same as when I left, nothing changed. It contains the arrogance of my teenage years.

The small bookshelf had my favorite novels, as well as my notes and diaries.

I took out the diaries and read them