Duan Ye almost wiped away his tears as he unearthed the so-called hidden compartment that Ye Nuan had mentioned.

Ye Nuan is a skilled craftswoman. When she was in school, her family didn't have much money, so almost everything she gave Duan Ye was handmade.

So this hidden compartment was something Ye Nuan put a lot of effort into making herself; it was almost integrated with the bed, a small drawer.

As soon as Duan Ye pulled it out, countless small slips of paper popped out.

I don't know how long these notes have been here, because they were covered in dust when I pulled them out.

Duan Ye reached out and flipped open the note, finding many torn pieces. Among those pieces, he found the ring he had once thrown away.

Duan Ye's heart was almost numb. He casually took out a small piece of paper with neat handwriting and only a simple sentence on it.

"Senior Duan talked to me today, and I'm so happy! I'll work even harder to get closer to the person I like!"

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"The food in the cafeteria was awful today, but at least there's a little bit left, so I don't have to pay for it!"

"I'm so happy today because I met Senior Duan while I was working part-time. He's such a nice guy, no wonder he's the person I like."

"I'm not happy today. When I went to the dance studio, Sister Nanxing was talking to the senior. How annoying! I'm the senior's girlfriend!"

"I think I misunderstood Sister Nanxing. She helped me today, so okay, I'll reluctantly forgive her."

"Today is the happiest day ever because my senior accompanied me to class!!! He even bought me my favorite milk tea! I've been bubbling with happiness all day!!!" At the bottom of the note was a gentle smiley face.

"Knock knock knock—" The knocking sounded on the door.

Duan Ye then came to his senses, and as a result, he lost his grip on the hidden compartment, and some of the contents fell out.

The man came in: "Young man, it's time."

Duan Ye was already squatting on the ground, and now he was even more flustered, half-kneeling and half-squatting on the dusty ground to pick up the note.

"Wait, I'll be right there."

This was the first time Duan Ye had ever been so disheveled.

The man was very impatient and wanted to curse, but he inadvertently saw Duan Ye's bloodshot eyes. He was frantically picking up things while his whole body was trembling violently.

The man was stunned.

After Duan Ye finished picking up all the notes, he pulled out the so-called hidden compartment.

"Brother, these things are very important to me. I hope you can name a price and I'll buy them for you, okay?"

The man glanced at Duan Ye, who was carrying an old, tattered drawer filled with scraps of paper. He waved his hand dismissively, "It's just some trash. Take it if you want."

Duan Ye quickly thanked him and then said, "May I take a picture of the words on the wall?"

The man agreed.

Duan Ye carefully placed the note down, then took out his phone to collect evidence.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Duan Ye stood at the entrance of Wenxin Jiayuan, holding the wooden drawer.

The sun was so bright today that he dared not look directly at it.

He desperately wanted to get on the bus and go straight home, but he stood in the sunlight for a long, long time...

A parasol was placed over his head.

Duan Ye then came to his senses and turned around to see Luo Qingyuan's worried face. She was leaning on her cane with one hand and holding an umbrella for him with the other.

Duan Ye wanted to say something, but after a few hesitant words, he could only reach out and support her.

Luo Qingyuan didn't say anything, but gently approached him and then hugged his waist.

“It was Sister Liang Mo who told me. I know everything. I also know that you are having a hard time accepting it right now. It’s okay. No one will see you cry in my arms.”

After speaking, Luo Qingyuan lowered the umbrella even further, blocking the view of everyone around her.

Duan Ye used to disdain crying, believing it to be the most useless way to deal with things.

But now I finally understand what it means to be heartbroken and heartbroken, with everything changed and tears welling up before words can be spoken.

He hugged her back.

Then, Luo Qingyuan felt a cool sensation slide down her neck.

She hugged him tighter, and her eyes slowly reddened.

When he is sad, she feels sorry for him and sad too.

After standing there for a long time, Duan Ye finally composed himself and carried Luo Qingyuan into the car.

"I'll take you back to the hospital first."

Luo Qingyuan stopped him: "Take me back to the Duan family. Everyone is here, and I think I should be too. After all, I have the right to know about this, don't I?"

"But..."

"No buts, A-Ye, I also need the truth."

"Besides, the doctor said I can go home and rest."

So Duan Ye agreed and drove her back to the Duan family home.

Luo Qingyuan sat in the passenger seat, hugging the old drawer, feeling quite uneasy.

She was thinking, what if...

If she hadn't sent Ye Nuan to the mental hospital that year, would she have never discovered that Ye Nuan had mental problems, and would none of this have happened?

But no one could give her an answer.

Soon, Duan Ye brought Luo Qingyuan back to the Duan family.

Liang Mo was throwing out the trash when he saw them arrive. His eyes lit up: "You're back! Hurry up, your family is waiting for you to eat."

Luo Qingyuan looked at the black bag in Liang Mo's hand, somewhat puzzled: "Sister-in-law, what's all this?"

Liang Mo waved his hand casually: "They're all trash. Alright, let's go in."

Only Duan Ye looked at Liang Mo with almost gratitude.

Then, Duan Ye helped Luo Qingyuan into the room.

Liang Mo breathed a sigh of relief and silently carried the large black bag into the elevator.

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