Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Diary

Mo Qinghan, who was just about to go wash up, was suddenly called back by He Yurou. "You’re only just getting back. Can’t sleep? Come talk with me!"

The sudden call sent a chill down Mo Qinghan’s spine. She pressed a hand to her chest, her voice trembling as she replied, "Yurou, you nearly scared me to death! It’s the middle of the night!"

"If you haven’t done anything wrong, why fear a knock at the door in the dark?"

The only light in the room came from the street lamps outside the dormitory, casting a dim glow. Mo Qinghan couldn’t make out the expression on He Yurou’s face as she sat on her bed, but her tone was oddly cold. Setting aside her toiletries, Mo Qinghan walked over and sat at the edge of Yurou’s bed, asking quietly, "What happened?"

He Yurou’s voice remained indifferent. "While I was getting my book from your backpack, I accidentally knocked your notebook onto the floor."

Mo Qinghan’s face went pale in an instant. After muttering for a while, she finally asked, "You saw it?"

"Yes, I read from the first page to the last. Every entry is about Zhao Qingwu."

Mo Qinghan hurried to explain, "I admit I used to have a crush on Zhao Qingwu, but that was all in the past!"

He Yurou immediately got off her bed, standing barefoot on the floor, her emotions flaring. She shouted, "In the past? Then why do you still keep that diary? Isn’t it because you’ve never truly let him go?"

He Yurou’s raised voice woke Dai Yawen and Zhang Wen, who had already been asleep. The two of them sat up, Zhang Wen rubbing her bleary eyes in confusion. "What are you two doing? Why are you arguing in the middle of the night?"

Neither He Yurou nor Mo Qinghan paid Zhang Wen any mind. After taking a deep breath, Mo Qinghan stood up and tried to explain, "It’s just a diary, nothing more. Isn’t that right? Besides, aren’t you and he together now? I’ve never tried to come between you two—never before, not now, and I never will."

"But today, Qingwu told me he’s never liked me. The one he’s always loved is you, Mo Qinghan. Even coming to see me today was just an excuse to catch a glimpse of you." He Yurou’s face was streaked with tears as she cried out hoarsely, as though Mo Qinghan had truly stolen Zhao Qingwu from her behind her back.

"Yurou, I told you before, the real reason Senior Zhao was with you is something you never believed. And just because he likes me, does that mean I’m obliged to like him back?" Mo Qinghan’s own voice was starting to rise with anger.

He Yurou took a step closer, a mocking smile curling her lips. "Don’t pretend, Mo Qinghan. Playing the innocent, acting pure—it’s all a show. You befriended me just to get close to Qingwu, didn’t you? Without me, would Zhao Qingwu even know who you are? You’re more scheming than I ever imagined."

Having listened for some time, Dai Yawen and Zhang Wen finally understood what was going on. Dai Yawen hurried to defend Mo Qinghan. "Yurou, you must be mistaken. Qinghan isn’t like that at all."

He Yurou shot back, "Isn’t she? Who knows what she’s done behind my back to seduce Qingwu? Maybe she’s the one who drove a wedge between us. Otherwise, how could her words match Qingwu’s so perfectly, not a single word out of place?"

Faced with He Yurou’s seemingly airtight accusations, Zhang Wen and Dai Yawen were at a loss to defend Mo Qinghan. And Mo Qinghan herself no longer wished to argue. She knew that no matter how she explained, He Yurou would never believe her. If she stayed in the dormitory, she wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink tonight. Not bothering to change out of her clothes, Mo Qinghan grabbed her phone and left the room.