Qin Yiren's gaze was irresistibly drawn to the diary, and she asked softly with a complicated expression, "She... didn't tell you?"
"I have some guesses, but I'm not sure."
Chu Xinian's long fingers slowly brushed over the leather cover of the notebook, calmly handing it to her, and leisurely continued, "Maybe you can tell me."
Qin Yiren looked at the notebook, suspecting it might be a diary left by another version of herself.
Since discovering the issues with her memory, she tried to accept it calmly, but acceptance proved more difficult than imagined.
So.
She often avoided that stranger within herself and the lost time, unwilling to face those completely out-of-control pasts, whereas this notebook seemed like the most real evidence that another self had once existed.
Her raised hand paused in mid-air, Qin Yiren hesitated as she took it, not opening it immediately.
