"I think I know why." Pei Yan tightened his grip on the pencil, his expression somewhat complex.
Hearing Pei Yan's words, Qin Yun put down what she was holding and scooted over to him, asking, "Why what?"
Pei Yan pointed with his fingertips at the words in the notebook and said in a deep voice, "It's probably because of maternal love, even if it's already damaged. But this is her son's favorite doll. Even if it's broken, she has to sew it back together."
She lowered her eyes, saw the words Pei Yan had carefully traced with the pencil, and asked with a confused face, "Does this explain anything? Didn't these get mentioned before?"
"The last page of the diary was torn out, but this paper wasn't in the trash can, indicating that someone took it away. But who would take such a piece of paper? Normally, no one would bother tearing it out. The fact that it was torn out and taken away means the content mattered greatly to someone." Pei Yan explained.
