Putting the photo into the Storage Ring, Chen Lan stepped towards his parents' room.
He seemed to have never entered his parents' room; since their passing, he had always been afraid to come in, afraid of being reminded of them by their belongings.
Opening the long-dusty room, the familiar arrangement inside made a few tears slip from Chen Lan's already moist eyes, landing on the floor, blooming like flowers.
He scanned the room with his Divine Sense, and suddenly his body shook as he looked towards the drawer by the bedside, momentarily stunned.
He walked over to pull it open, taking out a dust-covered notebook, gently blowing away the dust to reveal the writing on the surface.
[Diary]
It turned out to be his parents' diary, which surprised him a bit; although opening their diary encroached on privacy, they had long since departed, so it should be okay.
He instinctively opened the diary and was startled by the contents on the first page.
