Yan Rusheng closed the diary and unconsciously, his eyes turned red. He covered his face with his hands, and it had carried a lingering scent of aged paper.
This diary acted as a time capsule which brought him back to the innocent and unforgettable past which they could never return to.
In those years, they were inseparable.
He used the same way to pry the locked wooden box. A purple moldy plastic ring greeted his eyes.
Yan Rusheng couldn't control his tears any longer. Tears filled his eyes and covered his eyelashes.
He picked up the ring and there was a photo underneath it. That photo was the only photo they had officially ever taken together.
It was taken when Grandmother celebrated her 70th birthday, and she had commanded them to take a picture together.
He picked up the photo. There were some neatly handwritten words behind it. It painfully stung his eyes as he read it.
