No one can hurt you, only you can hurt others.

...

April 2nd, it was dark.

Young Master, I know you have come to South Africa, but I didn’t expect to see you in the Flame Hall. You came in to find Miss Tong. Actually, you shouldn’t have come in. It’s too dangerous. You really don’t even want your life for her.

When you left, you didn't look back. I knew you gave me a chance to shoot because you shot me four times, but so what? I can't hate you, let alone hurt you.

I also know that I can't love you, I know that this goes against the world, I know that it will be despised, but I have followed you from the past to the present, you are the driving force for me to go on. I want to accompany you, watch you stand at the top and get supreme rights.

I love you and admire you.

...

August 5th, sunny.

Young Master, I have something that I am very happy and proud of today. I think I may be worthy of standing by your side, because

...

The diary was broken here.

The word ‘because’ is the end of the last line, and the next word should be on another page, but judging from the traces on the edge, the second half should have been torn off by someone.

“…”

Tong Ran held the diary and felt hard to describe her feelings. She didn't expect that Li Qin...

So, does he hate her so much?

Tong Ran could not make any comments on this matter. Maybe Mo Nanjue felt guilty towards Li Qin, but he definitely didn't know that Li Qin thought so.

Tong Ran looked through the diary again, feeling bitter inexplicably. She couldn't understand Li Qin's feelings, but she saw almost desperate helplessness from his words.

He had never told Mo Nanjue because he knew it would never be possible.

...

A drip sound came from the door.

Tong Ran was stunned and hurriedly hid her diary in her makeup bag. She rinsed it briefly, changed into her pajamas and walked out.

Mo Nanjuejun's face was tense, as if he was nervous. Tong Ran walked over and pulled his hand, and was pressed down again, "Is it still painful to wash my head?"

Mo Nanjue's powerful arms locked her in front of her chest. Tong Ran was afraid that he would call Chen An in the middle of the night, so he shook his head, "It's okay, it won't hurt after taking a shower... What did you do just now?"

"What do you care about me?" Mo Nanjue was obviously not relieved, and his black eyes glared at her with anger, "Why don't you call me and ask me? You can send a text message!"

"Didn't you just go out for a while?"

"It's time for a while! I care about your half second!"

“…”

I didn't answer his phone call in the nights when I pretended to be cold war. Is he so angry...

Tong Ran simply remained silent to save him from being even more angry. She turned around and poured water. Mo Nanjue stared at her white side face with thin lips. After thinking about it, she still couldn't express her doubts.

If she is given hope now, what if Xiaoqi is not...

Then she would only be even more disappointed.

He didn't want to let her down with anything.

Mo Nanjue stood for a while and saw that she didn't take the initiative to come over. Although she had a cold face, she couldn't help but reach out to hug her, "Come and sleep!"

Can she die if she takes the initiative?!

Tong Ran was still in the half of the diary. She bit her lower lip and said, "Mo Nanjue, what kind of person do you think Li Qin is?"

"man!"

“…Have he never found a girlfriend?”
Chapter completed!