Looking at the words on the back, Shen Jiazhou subconsciously wondered if Wen Shuqiao had written some message for Can Can.

After quickly glancing at it, before the content even entered his mind, he had already determined that it was Wen Zhixia's handwriting.

But if he remembered correctly, when he looked at it with Wen Shuqiao and Cancan, the last page had no words.

He felt something was amiss, so he focused intently on reading the densely written words.

You can tell from the font that Wen Zhixia could no longer hold it properly, but she could still understand every character.

[Baby, I've done everything I can, but there's a high chance it will fail. Right now, you should be with your uncle. Mom hopes that while you experience love, you can also develop the ability to love and have keen perception. If possible, Mom hopes that you and your uncle can support each other, see the beautiful world, take good care of yourselves, and take good care of your uncle. I hope you can both break free from your predetermined paths and find new lives.]

Shen Jiazhou read this passage several times, but his mind was in complete confusion.

Break free from your predetermined path and seek a new life?

What is a predetermined path, what is a new life?

If it were just about Can Can, that would be fine, but Wen Zhixia is writing about you all.

Shen Jiazhou frowned. He recognized every word in the passage, but he didn't understand what it meant when put together.

What did Wen Zhixia do that failed? She knew all along that he would take Can Can back, so why didn't she come to him in the first place?

More importantly, the last time the three of them watched it together, there was a blank space behind them.

...That's not right either.

Shen Jiazhou tried hard to recall the scene at that time, only to realize that something was wrong beyond his panic.

Wen Shuqiao stared at his back for a long time, and even moved her mouth when she looked at him, as if she wanted to say something to him.

But she didn't make a sound and fainted in his arms. Because it happened so suddenly, he didn't pay much attention to anything. Wen Shuqiao woke up quickly and was just like usual, without any strange signs.

Did she see this message at the time?

Shen Jiazhou tried to recall the shape of her lips, but it had been too long and he couldn't remember. However, he always felt that what Wen Shuqiao wanted to say at that time must have been the same thing.

Why can't I say it?

Shen Jiazhou was in a complete mess. The words that appeared out of nowhere, the words that Wen Shuqiao couldn't say... and why could he see them now when he couldn't see them before?

He felt a vague unease; things were getting out of control.

Shen Jiazhou lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on the photo album on the coffee table.

I put down the photo in my hand and picked up the other two photo albums, starting to flip through them from the first one. However, after reading all the text on the back of the photos in both albums, I still couldn't find any additional information.

Shen Jiazhou picked up the photo again, looked at it for a while, and then put it back.

As he prepared to get up, he caught a glimpse of the cake lying at his feet. It had been quiet, but when it saw Shen Jiazhou looking at it, it started whimpering and wagging its tail affectionately.

Shen Jiazhou reached out and patted its head twice, then got up and went back to the master bedroom. Cake followed him for a few steps, and finally, after seeing its own bed, it trotted over and lay down to sleep.

A few minutes later, Shen Jiazhou, dressed neatly, came out of the master bedroom. He first went to the children's room to check on Can Can, and after confirming that he was fast asleep, he quietly left the children's room.

The cake, which was lying on its stomach, glanced at him, showed no interest, and then climbed back down to continue snoring away.

Shen Jiazhou picked up his car keys and walked to the stairs. He looked up and thought for a moment before taking out his phone to send a message to Wen Shuqiao.

I'm going out for a walk. You should get some rest. Goodnight.

Wen Shuqiao quickly replied.

Okay, be careful and come back soon.

Shen Jiazhou glanced at the message, then looked up at the building, seemingly lost in thought. Finally, he looked away, opened the door, and left home.

He arrived at the Emerald Courtyard, entered the password, and went inside.

With the lights on, the living room becomes as bright as day.

Shen Jiazhou closed the door, went inside, and easily found the remaining photo albums. He sat on the sofa and quickly flipped through each one. The contents were the same as last time, with nothing new.

He put the photo album down, feeling that there must be more, that Wen Zhixia had left some words, and that she must have left traces elsewhere.

But where exactly can it be found?

His phone vibrated, and he took it out to look at it. It was a message from Wen Shuqiao.

Did you go to Jade?

"I just wandered over here and came up to take a look." Shen Jiazhou replied. He wasn't surprised that Wen Shuqiao knew; the surveillance cameras outside and the ones on his door were the same model, so they would naturally send her notifications if someone appeared.

He tapped the screen a few times and edited another message, but after editing half of it, he pursed his lips and deleted it.

Wen Shuqiao only replied with a nodding emoji, seemingly genuinely believing that he was just casually strolling around.

Shen Jiazhou sighed and put the photo albums back in their places one by one. Could it be that he was being overly sensitive?

But the handwriting was right there, clearly visible.

Shen Jiazhou took a deep breath and walked towards the door empty-handed, thinking, "Maybe I should talk to Wen Shuqiao tomorrow..."

Wen Shuqiao...

He took a couple of steps and then suddenly stopped, as if remembering something. He turned back and opened the drawer next to the photo album.

Wen Shuqiao has a habit of organizing things. After moving in, she put all of Wen Zhixia's things in a cabinet so that Can Can could take them out and look at them whenever she had a spare moment.

Thanks to her habit, Shen Jiazhou found a very old diary after flipping through it only a couple of times.

He remembered this notebook very clearly; it was brought back by Wen Shuqiao from Wen Zhixia's hometown.

That evening, Wen Shuqiao's reaction was also strange, especially the way she looked at him, which conveyed an indescribable sadness.

At the time, he thought it might be because he was too tired, and also because he learned some things about the past. Now that he thinks about it, it probably wasn't that; there must have been something else.

He took a deep breath, sat back on the sofa, and carefully read through each page and each word.

The first half was actually just some random notes, which he had seen before.

Just when he thought he had come up empty-handed again, new entries appeared on his small diary.

Her dreams, her efforts, her pain, and her resentment were all laid bare before his eyes.

The more Shen Jiazhou read, the heavier his heart became.

The contents of Wen Zhixia's diary were like a sharp arrow to him, and he stood in front of the arrow, watching it pierce his brain and shatter his understanding of so many years.