Night grew late.
Yet I couldn't sleep.
Yangyang had completely turned into a cat, trying to cheer me up.
I awkwardly turned my head away, not wanting to look at her Kitten Form.
Yang Xiaomao leaped straight over and landed on my hand.
I stared at the red marks on my small hand and frowned.
Had her claws grown longer?
Her head instinctively shrank back.
I picked her up by the scruff and walked forward, expressionless.
"Meow."
Yang Xiaomao was completely immobilized, unable to move a muscle.
Where was she taking me?
I set her on the bed. "Stay here. Don't disturb me while I think."
I returned to the desk and stared blankly into the distance, my eyes vacant.
About fifteen minutes later, I opened my black notebook and turned to a page near the back. It was filled with Ye Qingxian's name, written down with hatred.
Every stroke had been pressed deep into the paper, venting the hatred I'd felt back then.
My fingertip brushed over the page.
Yangyang curled up on the pillow, gazing at my profile in the distant lamplight.
I took out a pen and carefully crossed out the names, one by one.
By the end, my heart was in such turmoil that I simply tore out the page.
"Turmoil"—it had been a long time since I'd felt that way.
I stared at my fingertips.
Who could have imagined it?
That one day, Ye Qingxian would unsettle my heart.
I shook my head and spread out the torn page again. In the end, I didn't destroy it. Instead, I put it away in my Storage Ring.
I would keep it.
It could be a memento.
I opened the other, light-colored notebook.
My gaze stopped on a particular spot.
No one had ever read this notebook.