When I was feeling drowsy, I suddenly noticed something hard beneath the bed—square-shaped and very uncomfortable.
I turned on the light and fumbled around, eventually finding a diary wedged in the mattress lining.
[Chapter 59: The Real World]
“Jian Lexin is really an idiot; how could she cry after being teased by a female classmate? So silly.”
Jian Lexin? She must be his friend.
No wonder the handwriting looks so childish; it turns out he bought this diary when he was seven or eight, and it contained amusing stories about his daily life… There were also accounts of his relationship with Ye Qiu, and Gu Chen couldn’t help but blush at the mushy words written inside.
“Today, I met a senior on the road. He was incredibly handsome; I think I fell in love at first sight.”
“I finally got his contact information, but it seems he doesn’t know who I am. This is quite interesting!”
“He asked me out. Hehe.”
“My parents object. They have no idea how wonderful he is; he must believe that he is not the kind of person my parents described. I’ve already promised Ye Qiu a lifetime.”
The joyful sentiment radiating from the text made Gu Chen smile faintly.
“Today is a good day for a date, engagement, and marriage!”
“I’m so excited about getting married!”
“Recently, he has been acting strange, contacting others behind my back. We just got married not long ago. Who is it? That woman from our last meeting? No, it might also be that man in white. Why does he always have so many people around him?”
The handwriting began to distort, revealing the writer’s unraveling mind.
“He actually transferred Gu’s assets. My father said from the beginning that he was here for the money, and I foolishly believed his words. I’m so dumb, really!”
“My parents are gone. I vaguely heard them packing last night, telling me not to let me know. It must have been Ye Qiu’s good idea. It has to be Ye Qiu; he must have done something to my parents… Why did I marry someone like this?”
The text grew frantic.
“Take the medicine, take the medicine. My head hurts so much. My memories from the day are becoming fewer. I am sick, but thankfully, Uncle Gu brought medicine. I hope it helps…”
“My condition is getting worse. Uncle Gu has also become his puppet, and the house has turned into a cage, filled with his spies. I am trapped with no way out.”
“Fortunately, there’s Wang Ma to deliver messages. There’s only one person who can save me, Jian Lexin!”
“It’s over… It seems my actions have been discovered. Why do they want me to see a doctor? I’m not sick; he wants to drive me insane… I must record all his crimes!”
Gu Chen stared at the diary, envisioning someone who looked just like him lying in the same position, desperately picking up a pen to maintain his clarity while writing down everything he knew, chills ran down his spine.
Wang Ma… Jian Lexin… these were the clues he left for himself, tightly gripping the diary as if he were a drowning person clutching the last piece of driftwood.
It turned out he had discovered long ago that he was to be sent to the hospital.
Amnesia… recalling those warm scenes from the day, the cooperative doctor, the strange lover, Uncle Gu, who kept a close watch on him; everyone wanted to rewrite his memories. This was the truth behind his amnesia!
The corridor was filled with a regular pattern of footsteps.
Ye Qiu arrived at the door with a cup of warm milk, startling Gu Chen into a cold sweat when the sudden knocking sounded.
Phew…
The door creaked open.
Before the door swung wide, he hurriedly tucked the diary into the blanket.
Ye Qiu, intending to comfort Gu Chen, who had just arrived in a strange environment, was taken aback by the unexpected surprise.
“You don’t look so good,” Ye Qiu commented as he stepped in, placing his hand gently on Gu Chen’s forehead with concern. “Are you not feeling well?”
Gu Chen clutched the diary tightly, his heart pounding faster. Ignoring Ye Qiu’s sudden intimacy, he forced himself to act as if nothing was amiss. “I… I think I’m just a bit excited about coming home suddenly.”
The mattress lining showed signs of having been rifled through, causing Ye Qiu to raise an eyebrow discreetly as he looked up, his expression softening again.
“That was inconsiderate of me. Would you like me to sleep with you tonight?” Ye Qiu said softly.
Gu Chen’s heart raced, “You…” He realized that the other party was dressed warmly, clearly here to probe him.
He almost slipped up, “Haven’t we always slept together before?”
“Of course, together.” Ye Qiu raised an eyebrow as he looked at the wary Gu Chen, pretending to reach over and lift the blanket.
Gu Chen’s heart raced even faster, and he felt a bit trembling.
Perhaps influenced by the diary’s contents, his face, which looked more handsome than a poster in the normal daylight, now appeared monstrous under the dim light.
Stay calm; I must stay calm.
“I have work to do tonight; you should sleep alone.”
Ye Qiu handed him the warm milk, bending down to carefully tidy the somewhat ruffled blanket, unaware that Gu Chen lay in bed, too frightened to move at his actions.
“You don’t look very well,” Ye Qiu said as he drew closer, the distance between them shrinking, their breaths audible.
When Gu Chen met his gaze, he quickly lowered his eyes, shyly replying, “I’m fine; I’m just a little nervous.”
“Chen Chen.” Ye Qiu gently stroked his chin, urging him to look up.
“If I made a mistake before, would you forgive me?” Ye Qiu asked quietly.
Gu Chen took a discreet sip of the milk, resisting slightly, “I’m very tired right now.”
“Sorry, I forgot you’re still sick.” Ye Qiu sighed, gently ruffling his hair and softly saying, “Goodnight, have sweet dreams.”
Their eyes met, neither of them speaking.
Gu Chen’s fingers curled slightly, his internal balance swaying uncertainly.
Ye Qiu turned to leave.
Gu Chen instinctively grabbed his arm, “Did you really…” Cross the line?