"Wait here for a minute, I'll be right back,"
Bo Yan said, and then he pushed the door open and left. Xia Siyu began to roam about in the room.
Although the house was a small bungalow, it was very clean. The little boy's toys were nothing but pistols, model planes, model cars, Transformers, and the like, none of which she found very interesting.
However, as she wandered, she spotted something that looked like a yellowed notebook.
Bo Yan was such a grown man, did he actually like to keep a diary? Xia Siyu was a bit curious, she turned her head to see that Bo Yan was not there. It might not be nice to snoop on someone's privacy, but he had bullied her, so it should be okay for her to take a sneaky peek, right? She wouldn't remember it anyway.
So, she pulled out the notebook, which was well preserved with a cover made of kraft paper, clearly well-protected. On it were a few words written in a clumsy scrawl: "Me and Dad and Mom."