"Are you angry?" Qian Cangyi unzipped the pillow, "What I just said was merely a hypothesis, why are you angered? You could simply ridicule me, what can that prove?"
"My business is none of yours..." Soon after her roar, Chen Simin's voice seemed weak.
Because of long-term anorexia and lack of exercise, Chen Simin's health was not good.
"I remember mentioning that your mother has a strong desire for control, under such circumstances, it's impractical to use diary writing as an anxiety relief and it's even less likely to be published online because it's a secret deep within her heart."
"What would you do then? If there's sentimental value, and it won't be discovered by others, the answer is a textbook. Yes, I forgot to mention, where did that math teacher go? He left the city due to certain reasons and didn't leave any contact information to his students." Saying this, Qian Cangyi's hand was placed on Chen Simin's bookshelf, and began to slide along the side of the books.
