As Liu Erlong looked at the words in the diary, each one cutting to the bone, she finally couldn't hold back. A tear slid down her cheek.
Avoidance, guilt, and a sense of entitlement.
Yu Tiancheng had described it perfectly.
At the academy gates that day, Yu Xiaogang had looked at her just like that:
He'd avoided her direct gaze, his guilt tinged with evasion, and deep down, there really had been a hint of entitlement, as if "of course you're still waiting for me."
"Xiao Gang." Liu Erlong wiped away her tears, but her voice was unusually calm—so calm that even she was surprised.
"So this is what I am to you? Someone you can betray as you please, yet who's naturally supposed to wait for you for twenty years?"
She stood and walked to the window, gazing at the bright moon in the night sky, which had once witnessed countless sleepless nights.
The cold moonlight fell across her face, revealing the faint lines at the corners of her eyes.
Twenty years.
She'd waited from the days of a spirited young woman until fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes.
She'd waited from the days of a girl who believed love was everything until she learned to shoulder an entire academy on her own.
"Enough." Her soft voice echoed through the empty office. "It's really enough."
The diary continued to reveal its words.
[I'm telling you, Yu Xiaogang.]
[In this life, with me, Yu Tiancheng, here, you won't get anywhere near my aunt!]
[Blue Tyrant Academy may take you in, but if you dare toy with my aunt's feelings again...]
[I'll show you what it means to let "strength speak for itself."]
[Whether you're a theoretical Master or the Horn of Wisdom of the Golden Iron Triangle...]