Qiao Yi just realized that the reason he didn't let her dye her hair black was this.
Thinking about how she had liked him since she was little, how it wasn't easy, and how he had repeatedly rejected and distanced her, Qiao Yi suddenly felt aggrieved.
Clearly, he had always had her in his heart.
She hugged Yunxi's waist, lifted her small face and asked, "So when did you start liking me? If you liked me, why did you reject me?"
Yunxi's gaze flickered slightly, a warm smile on his face: "I secretly read your diary."
Qiao Yi: "..."
He observed carefully, discovering that her beautiful eyes only held surprise, without a hint of anger, so he plucked up the courage to speak softly.
"That day I went to your room to find you, you weren't there, but your diary was spread open on the desk, forgotten to be locked. In some inexplicable way, there was a kind of magic, pulling me closer, guiding me to read."
