I sealed myself in, as though in a very small snail shell, hiding and refusing to come out.
Su Qi wanted to visit me sometimes, but my parents repeatedly forbade us to meet.
He'd call the landline at home. I didn't have a phone in my room. My mother would pick up his call, curse and swear, and then hang up.
However, he persevered and kept calling every now and then.
As for me, it was as if I had gone insane. I clung on to the diary and wrote till I cried. Then I wiped my tears and continued to paint.
I asked him in my diary, Dongyu, have you ever liked me, even just a little?'
Wouldn't it be great if we were not siblings?
If you were not Yin Dongyu, or if I were not Yin Xiachun, and if we had met at some point in our lives, everything that was impossible now would have become possible!
However, if you were not Yin Dongyu and I were not Yin Xiachun, would our paths have crossed?
