Chapter 7 The Qiao Family Has Three Treasures (4)
All afternoon, Qiao Mo lay on the bed like a corpse, drifting in and out of sleep, feeling extremely uncomfortable for quite a long time.
Not until dusk did she finally get up.
She turned on the desk lamp and took out a thick diary.
September 15th, overcast.
Under the dim light, the slender pen cast a long shadow on the diary. After habitually writing down the date, Qiao Mo found herself distracted, pen in hand...
'Plop.'
Only when the pen inadvertently slipped from her hand did she finally come back from her memories, picking it up again.
The pen tip fell lightly on the slightly yellowed paper, moving slowly and with difficulty: My first time was like a nightmare. And that man, I do not love.
In just a few words, two short lines marked on the yellowed paper, the turmoil and the bone-deep pain of that chilling night were briefly touched upon.