Ugly Transformed: Meet the Devil and Meet the Love

Chapter 248 Locked Memories 1
In the dormitory, Lan Yuge took off her silver high heels and curled up on the sofa.

Between her fingers was a diary that looked like a pitch-black night sky, with a dark cover, but for some reason, it was hard to put it down.

The black diary is tied with a beautiful brown ribbon, like a meandering river, hanging quietly at the lower right corner of the diary.

Between the ribbon and the diary, a yellowed photo was tightly clamped.

Lan Yuge unwrapped the ribbon carefully, with a hint of excitement and full of anticipation.

The photo fell off naturally and fell on the wool rug under the sofa. The white wool rug, that photo was particularly conspicuous.

Lan Yuge bent down and picked up the photo.In the photo is a girl with brown curly hair, sitting on a stone by the river, meditating quietly, the clear river surface is shining with light, extremely dazzling.The warm sunlight surrounded the girl in the photo densely, as if she had already left the world, or like an elf with broken wings.

Lan Yuge didn't know that this photo was secretly taken by Mu Lin when she was not paying attention.

Turning over the photo, Lan Yuge suddenly found that there was a string of fluent English sentences on the back of the photo: I love you, I love you more than anyone, but, I have to leave you. It is already dead, I still love you forever. (I love you, I love you more than anyone else, but, I I have to leave you. I still love you even though I am dead.)
Lan Yuge's heart suddenly ached violently, as if holding a sharp knife, stabbing it to the deepest part of his heart one by one.

Tears wet her eyes, blurring her vision, and her hands hugged the dark diary even more tightly.

The journal has a matte paper-like finish, which is a bit rough to the touch, but it feels good.In the upper left corner, there are several prominent silver letters: The-end.
Finally, the last, Mu Lin, you still left, Lan Yuge yelled in his heart, but he seemed to be yelling hoarsely.

Slowly turn the first page, the title page, with trembling hands.I don't know whether to laugh or be sad, because the title page is blank, nothing.

The cool wind blows slowly through the window, the thin paper flips gently, and then stops.

On a certain page, there are densely packed words, but they are very neat. Lan Yuge seems to be able to imagine what kind of mood Mu Lin was in when she wrote these words.

(End of this chapter)