I liked you,
You liked him,
He liked so many other girls,
How was I supposed to wish you well?
Wang Yue looked at the diary in his hands and couldn't help grumbling to himself. Who in their right mind kept a diary?
And who put their innermost thoughts down in one?!
What an idiot!
Maybe only when you were young and your heart was stirring did you feel the urge to jot things down, to carefully record your feelings.
Perhaps there was also a hope in your heart that the girl you liked might accidentally come across your notes and be deeply moved.
Wang Yue couldn't help grumbling to himself. What had his predecessor been thinking?
His situation in this world was extremely awkward. It wasn't just his identity that was awkward, but his love life, too.
Wang Yue had once been an orphan—or rather, he had been abandoned at birth, then luckily adopted.
But then came the cruelest twist of all: when he was just over a year old, his adoptive mother got pregnant.
In an ordinary family—or one with more power, at least—it wouldn't have mattered much to have another child.
Unfortunately, although the Wang family was involved in politics, it was only a middling noble family. They couldn't dominate a region, much less wield power over everything.
They also had plenty of political rivals. After all, there were only so many positions to go around, and never enough to satisfy everyone.
In an era when a family was allowed only one child, Father Wang and Mother Wang had to either give up Wang Yue or terminate the pregnancy.
Of course, neither they nor the family would allow them to give up their political careers.
After raising him for over a year, Father Wang and Mother Wang