Chapter Thirteen Diary

  Time flies, in the final stage of high school. Every day at school is almost all about doing test papers, and then teachers explaining the test papers. Indeed, there's no time to think about other things. Just like that, it's suddenly the eve of graduation.

  It's the last day of school, I don't remember what color the sky is, nor do I want to pay attention to it, because my heart is filled with sorrow and longing, nothing else can fit in. That feeling cannot be described, just like crystal, I don't dare to touch it, if touched, the crystal will shatter, if touched, the sentimental feelings will burst out like a flood, and tears will flow all over my face. Tears of parting are wounds in the heart.

  All the classmates were filling out the yearbook. The classroom was surrounded by a kind of farewell atmosphere, and the classmates no longer had their usual laughter and chatter, some were just reluctantly saying goodbye with a tinge of sadness.

  I wrote a few small poems for them. They always said I was like Lin Daiyu, saying that I had her melancholic and sensitive side, and also liked to write articles. They said my writing was light but made them want to keep reading, and struck their hearts. I think they were overpraising me, I'm just a person who likes simplicity, that's all.

  My good friends broke the silence in the class first. They probably just wanted to liven up the atmosphere of the class.

  Jing Jing said: "Hehe, today I got Qing Yi's poem, so happy."

  Tao Sha said: "Qing Yi ah, I'll go back with you, then I can read more of your poems. I will be so excited that I won't be able to sleep tonight."

  "Don't say that, I'm embarrassed, if you want to see it, I'll write it well and send it to your email later."

  I'm really a bit embarrassed, I just suddenly wanted to write poetry, and didn't write anything earth-shattering, everything is just light and casual.

  I caught a glimpse of him, standing there silently, lost in thought. His eyes still held a hint of melancholy. That look had been there ever since I rejected him. It was also the source of my heartache.

  How many days have I made you feel wronged? Is your heart still in pain? Because mine is still aching.

  It's been a long time since he spoke to me, and he handed me an exquisite box: "My yearbook is in this box. Take it home, look at it, write something, and then return it to me!"

  I don't want anything else, I just want to go back and see as soon as possible.

  Back home, I opened the box and found a crystal music box inside. Inside the transparent crystal ball was a beautiful princess with a background of snowflakes gently falling, creating a very lovely atmosphere that made me like it even more. Underneath the crystal ball was a velvet diary with a faint scent. As I flipped through each page, the illustrations at the bottom right corner pointed to the next page. These illustrations were all hand-drawn and featured cute cartoon characters and beautiful flowers. He must have put in a lot of effort! At the bottom of each illustration, it said: "Please turn to the next page." From here, I saw his world.

  In this deep night, my heart is racing, all for a boy, a boy who I could have been with but missed the chance, his inner world and whispers moved me. That's his heart!

  He said: "I want to accompany you to see the cherry blossom rain. Want to go with you to the riverbank to count the stars, want to sit on a happy Ferris wheel with you, and look at the beautiful sky together."

  "Qing Yi, you are a girl as pure as snow, innocent and free-spirited. No matter what, I still think you're the best. Although I couldn't be your prince, I still wish you all the best!"

  I recall the scene where he offered to send me back and I reluctantly refused, and the smile in his eyes as he turned around to comfort me so that I wouldn't feel apologetic.

  But Xiying didn't know, because I couldn't bear their gossip. Some people said that I liked Li Yi first and then fell in love with He Xiying later. As for the matter of Li Yi liking me, I had never taken it seriously, but rather added endless trouble to myself. Later, I asked to change seats on my own initiative, just to get a moment's peace. However, they were saying such things about me. At that time, when Jingjing told me their rumors, I knew it was completely false. I could have ignored it entirely. But I was still young and didn't know how to deal with this kind of thing, so I was just very angry, very agitated, and my mood couldn't calm down for a while.

  So I quickly declined his invitation.

  But deep down inside, I wish he could send me back home tomorrow and the days after. That's my expectation.

  However, I later found out that it was the last time he looked at me like that, the last invitation, and from then on there would be no more boys with such a delicate heart accompanying me.

  I know he has gone far away, just like that back view he gave me gradually went further and further away, and then disappeared in the wind.

  From that day on, he told me that he wanted to be with me, but I politely declined him for the second time. Rejecting him made me feel heartbroken as well. We indeed didn't meet at the right time.

  "It's really a pity that I can't be your prince, and can't accompany you anymore. But it was great to have met you! Wishing you happiness every day!" This page has many, many hearts.

  "I originally wanted to make a heart for you on the computer, it would be very romantic, but I didn't have time to make it, so I had to give up, so I drew one instead, hope you like it!"

  On this desolate night, countless stars are shining in the sky, I left behind tears, those tears were very long, very long.

  I wrote down words on my diary that he would never see forever.

  That year when I was seventeen, with your company, I was very happy.

  My diary, the lily on its cover, when in bloom is as beautiful as a snowflake, but also like a snowflake, it drifts away in the wind.