Tears fell one by one onto the yellowed pages as Jiang Nian silently finished reading the thick diary.
Rather than Jiang Wang's diary, this notebook was more like a record of his observations of her.
It said very little about Jiang Wang himself. Instead, it recorded in detail every little step she took as she gradually came to understand this world.
Jiang Nian had never known that Jiang Wang had kept his feelings for her so tightly suppressed. Even death had not made him confess a single word.
He could find no outlet for the emotions he could not express, so he could only put them down, word by word, between the lines on the page.
Even after becoming a system, he had never forgotten to quietly write down his feelings on each silent night.
Jiang Nian stroked the diary, sadness welling up inside her. "How can you keep your mouth shut tighter than a clam...?"
What if she had never seen it in her entire life?
What if they had simply missed their chance with each other?
She sighed and put everything away before leaving the room.
Since Jiang Wang had used jasmine as the basis for his Shapeshifting and had recovered under the village chief's care, he had later been registered as her grandson.
But because he had become a system at nineteen, his Shapeshifting had now restored him to his nineteen-year-old appearance. Having to repeat his final year of high school had even made him Jiang Nian's junior.
Eighteen-year-old Jiang Nian was already a college freshman, while nineteen-year-old Jiang Wang had to go back to his final year of high school. Miserable did not even begin to describe it.
Still, he was not the only miserable one. There was also Shen Yang, who had woken after two