He Qingyan was so bold that Gu Ran couldn't consider the possibility that He Qingyan was "her."
But he didn't dare ask directly; if it wasn't He Qingyan, letting her know about it would truly turn the world upside down.
Regardless, whether or not it was He Qingyan, he would never give up on Su Qing.
He looked at the notebook on the desk, flipped to the page where they'd chatted, tore it out, and prepared to destroy it.
"Give it to me," He Qingyan demanded.
"Don't use it as evidence to frame me," Gu Ran said.
"As if. Look how unwavering you are on there, what evidence could it possibly be?"
Gu Ran's own words and actions indeed had no issues.
"I'm going to put it in my 'sketchbook diary,' today is a day worth remembering," He Qingyan said.
As she spoke, Gu Ran looked at her intently.
Seeing her sincerity, he indeed felt today was special, significant enough to be a punctuation mark in memory; what was before today, and how it would be after.
