A dull pain gripped Song Qingchun's heart, and she continued to read.
"1996, October 3rd, sunny. I just transferred into a new school. It has been three days since I left the sanatorium, but I still feel the world around me is a piece of darkness. The world around me is within arm's reach, but for some reason, it feels incredibly distant."
"1996, October 5th, 3 am, starless. I once again woke up from the nightmare. The first thing I did after pulling off the cover was to rush into the bathroom. There is no hot water in the dormitory, so I shivered in the cold bath for one whole hour. The dormitory is quiet because all my roommates are asleep. I shivered under the covers throughout the night, but I was unable to sleep because I feel the dirt hasn't been washed off me."
Dirty? Why would Su Zhinian see himself as dirty?
There were merely three entries on the first page, but it already gave Song Qingchun so many questions. She flipped over the page carefully.
