~Present~
Han Zihao stopped talking and glanced at Xu Nuan, who was resting her head against the couch and was sighing deeply.
He wondered what made her sigh so dramatically.
" What are you doing?"
She glanced at him and said with a regretting sigh, " I don't know at whom to get angry anymore. At you for not telling me the truth all along, or at my stupidity for keeping that photo in my diary and sending you to my place to get my stuff."
He pursed his lips and chose to not comment on this topic.
After a pause, she turned to him, " So...did you read the diary?"
Seeing her lazy yet curious gaze, he clears his throat and nods, making her jaw tighten a bit.
He could see that she was getting worked up but because of her promise earlier to not get mad, she was holding it in.
" Ah, I shouldn't have kept a diary. It's so bothersome." She sighed and threw her hands on the sofa, making a loud noise.
