Mu Yan entered the bedroom, ran straight to the bed, and picked up the diary, flipping it open.
20XX-9-4 Sunday, Sunny
Today I went to the sunflower field again and saw her.
She was holding a paintbrush, and the golden sunflowers bloomed under her brush.
I was afraid she would notice me, so I hid in the bushes nearby.
The more I looked at her, the more I found her beautiful, just like a sunflower.
20XX-9-5 Monday, Light Rain
It rained today. I thought she wouldn't go, but as soon as I arrived, I saw someone with an umbrella in the field.
She was bowing her head, observing the sunflowers.
Suddenly, I felt a bit jealous of those sunflowers under her hand.
20XX-9-6 Tuesday, Sunny
The innkeeper told me she would leave tomorrow, but I haven't even spoken a word to her.
I ran to the sunflower field; the easel was there, but she was gone.
So, I took the sunflower painting she finished.
Only then did I find out her pen name is Nuanyang, which is lovely, just like her.
