"Was I... always this fierce before?"
Listening to Meng Fan's words, Wen Zhi felt as if she was hearing someone else's story, unable to believe that she was the fierce one.
Meng Fan stifled a laugh, "I don't know about the rest, but the sentence you wrote down was quite fierce."
"..." Wen Zhi tried to disassociate herself, "I'm actually quite shy."
Meng Fan's expression was enduring yet intriguing, "We've known each other for over a decade, I've long been familiar with your handwriting, do you think I'd make a mistake?"
This time, Wen Zhi stopped talking.
With a friendship spanning over a decade, she thought, the chances of a mistake were slim, and it was her diary after all... Diaries are not for scribbling nonsense...
Yet, she really dared to write those words.
"Admitted it?" Meng Fan asked with a mischievous grin.
Wen Zhi turned her face away, "From now on, you're not allowed to read my diary, not even a peek."
Meng Fan laughed so hard she was doubled over.
