Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  The apartment was empty. Two candle stumps could still be seen on the dining table.

  Yan Rusheng knew that this time, she wouldn’t be coming back to her apartment to wait for him.

  But he had no idea where would she go either. And even if found her, would she still go back to him?

  Yan Rusheng hastened his footsteps towards the apartment next door—Xuxu’s house.

  Even though the house was warm, it still felt empty and cold, as if without a sign of life.

  He hurried past the empty couch, straight into Xuxu’s room. He switched on the lights.

  Her clean floral bed sheets were still slightly messy on her bed as they had previously left in a hurry. Wen Xuxu simply pulled it over her bed, and it remained untouched.

  His eyes scanned the entire room. Even though it was what he had expected, he couldn’t help but be disappointed.

  He turned around to leave.

  Xuxu’s cold and desperate words sounded once more. He held onto the door for support before turning his head to glance at the dressing table.

  He hesitated and paused for a moment before walking over to her dressing table to open her drawer.

  The red wooden box and the locked diary he saw before were still in her drawer.

  He picked up the diary and used an eyeliner pencil on the dressing table to pry the lock open.

  There was a folded poster of an idol drama that she loved. Although it had turned yellowish, it was still rather well-preserved.

  The first page only had several words. But those words seemed to have wreck Yan Rusheng’s world entirely. He slowly laid back on the chair, feeling dazed and overwhelmed.

  His thumb tenderly stroked the words. Xuxu had learned calligraphy since she was ten so her handwriting was beautiful.

  The strokes were elegant and well-defined.

  He still stopped at the first page as he didn’t have the courage to flip the pages……