I rubbed the corners of my eyes and closed the diary, awkwardly hiding it back in my desk drawer. I placed it in its original position as if I were guilty of a crime.
Suddenly, from where I was, I heard the main door of the house opening and shutting.
"Dad, Mom, I'm home!"
At the same time, a gentle female voice followed almost immediately, "Uncle, Auntie, we're back!"
"Have you communicated with the cathedral?"
"Yes! We've sorted out the details!"
The girl sounded very cheery as she said, "How blessed! I've always hoped for a church wedding!"
A man's deep voice suddenly interrupted her. "Where is she? Did you manage to pick her up?"
I found the voice somewhat famliar. It sounded vaguely like Dongyu's, only it seemed a little more powerful than I remembered.
At the time we parted, Dongyu's voice was just breaking. It was a little hoarse in the midst of changing…
