As she flipped through the pages, the handwriting grew more and more beautiful, and the dreams matured.
Clearly, this was her dream diary, chronicling all the dreams Luo Xiaoqian had from her childhood until she slowly grew up. Those with checkmarks behind them were probably the dreams that had been realized.
Leng Zimo read the dreams carefully, word by word, and found himself reading from the afternoon until dusk.
Luo Xiaoqian tiptoed up to the attic and paused when she saw him sitting by the window with the diary, a shock crossing her face. When she recognized what he was holding, her face flushed instantly, and she snatched the book from his hands.
"How can you read my stuff without my permission?"
Leng Zimo stood up and helped her remove a piece of torn paper from her hair, "Good things should be shared."
"Just some silly things I did when I was little." Luo Xiaoqian casually placed the book on the table. "Come on, let's go buy groceries."
