A scumbag woman?

"If we're talking about scumbags, who can be more scumbag than you?" Shen Zhiyi turned slightly to avoid his fingertips and said slowly, "Have you forgotten your nickname and all those messy scandals you've had?"

"I don't even want to comment."

nickname?

Rumors?

Xie Huaiyang's sword-like eyebrows were deeply furrowed.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, bent down and leaned close to her, saying, "Is it because of these things that you're deliberately ignoring me, baby?"

"Is it because you're jealous?" He smiled smugly.

Shen Zhiyi poured a bucket of cold water on him.

You're overthinking it.

"And I don't want to repeat myself over and over again, I'm not your girlfriend."

She put on her slippers, groped her way over, and skillfully sat down on the sofa. "Go out, and close the door behind you."

Xie Huaiyang, holding the cardboard box, took off his shoes. After taking two steps, he turned back and squatted down, neatly placing his shoes next to hers. Then he stood up and strode over to her, saying, "It's no use denying it now."

"I've found the evidence."

"Evidence?" Shen Zhiyi was a little confused. "What evidence?"

Xie Huaiyang opened the box as if presenting a treasure, his eyes shining as he stared at her.

“My home is full of your photos, from when you were little to when you were at different stages of your life. In every single one of them, you have such a sweet smile.”

Shen Zhiyi was taken aback, "...What?"

Xie Huaiyang took her hand, pressed a few photos against her face, and said, "Here, feel them."

"I brought a few with me."

Shen Zhiyi's fingertips brushed over the photos, then she suddenly bristled and pushed them away, saying, "This doesn't mean anything. I've also investigated a lot of things about you."

"But I didn't expect you to be so perverted, even taking photos!"

Xie Huaiyang touched the tip of his nose.

"What about the chat history?"

He opened his phone, pulled out a few screenshots, and read aloud: "For example, this one, I sent you 'Believe it or not, I'll kiss you to death,' and you replied 'Oh my, so shy,' isn't that proof that we're dating?"

Shen Zhiyi was completely at a loss.

She vaguely remembered that there had been such an argument.

She frowned and said, "Didn't you read the rest of the content?"

“I remember I sent you a vomiting emoji, and then we each sent several 60-second voice messages, cursing each other’s ancestors.”

"Impossible!" Xie Huaiyang nearly jumped up. "If it were just mutual insults, why would I take a separate screenshot and keep this conversation?"

"Who knows what's wrong with you..." Shen Zhiyi said, clutching the hem of her clothes.

"What does the diary say?" Xie Huaiyang pulled a diary out of the cardboard box. "It's all written in here!"

"Every day we're in love!"

"What we did together, what we said, it's all in one book, it's all about you!"

He opened the cover, took her hand and pressed it against it, "Here, there's a sketch I drew of you! The baby is sleeping, with long eyelashes, and drool is almost dripping onto the table..."

He couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Shen Zhiyi withdrew her hand as if she had been burned.

Drawing such an embarrassing picture is clearly a prank, not something you like.

"Are you misunderstanding your past self?" she stammered. "Is it possible that this is a battle diary, not a love diary?"

Xie Huaiyang's smile froze, and he fell silent.

After a long pause, he finally said in a muffled voice, "How could I not understand something I wrote myself?"

Shen Zhiyi: "Then read it to me, let me hear what you wrote."

Xie Huaiyang casually turned to a page.

Looking at one of the lines above, it says: "September 3rd, when school started and we changed seats, she sat in front of me. Her hair had grown long, and when it brushed against my desk, it smelled like oranges. I touched it, and she said I was pulling her. I was furious, so I ate an orange in front of her, then went to the office to report me for eating in class. That's really something."

Shen Zhiyi said, "Hey! Isn't this a battle diary?"

"But Xie Huaiyang, you're really something. I never knew you were so vengeful."

“These kinds of things are written in my diary.”

Xie Huaiyang said urgently, "That doesn't count!"

He glanced down.

I was about to read it aloud when I saw the last few words and stopped abruptly.

He twirled the paper with his thumb, his fingertip turning white.

Her drooping eyelashes trembled slightly.

"On October 18th, she received a love letter from a boy. I secretly read it, and ugh, what cheesy, awful words! She's so stupid, believing things copied from the internet. I could copy a hundred for her!"

"On October 19th, I copied a love letter for her and told her there were tons of them online. She cried. I got punched twice. Fine, just don't smear your snot on me. She has such a bad temper, but her hands are surprisingly soft."

His face flushed slightly, he glanced at Shen Zhiyi, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Another page has been turned.

"November 5th, it was very cold. She was bundled up like a rabbit, her face was so red, and her nose was so red too. I wanted to pinch it."

"I pinched my nose and got punched. Did they even eat? They had so little strength, but they scratched me so hard it made me angry. Annoying."

His ears suddenly burned, and he quickly turned two more pages.

"December 28th, almost Chinese New Year. This year I was planning to build a pig-head snowman outside her window. How stupid of me, I still haven't realized that I'm the one who builds the snowman every year. I still think it's my good brother who does it. He's always smiling at me, but he makes faces and gives me a sour look. Annoying."

"On January 4th, both families went on a trip together, and she fell asleep on my shoulder. It's rare for her to be so well-behaved. Her mouth looks like a strawberry jelly, how can so many nasty things come out of it? Who invented this little thing, Shen Zhiyi? She's so difficult to deal with."

"On February 8th, she got drunk, threw herself into my arms, and then pressed me down in the snow, groping me all over. It was both cold and hot, and it made me get a fever. I'm magnanimous, I won't argue with a drunkard."

"On February 9th, she sobered up and denied touching me, even calling me a pervert. She turned the tables and went to my brother to complain. Why do I tell him everything? It's so annoying."

"Why aren't you reading?" Shen Zhi asked curiously when he saw that he hadn't said anything for a while.

Xie Huaiyang coughed lightly.

I always feel a little embarrassed to say these words out loud.

Shen Zhiyi chuckled and said, "Can't make this up anymore? I knew you were lying to me."

"Don't linger here, go back now."

Xie Huaiyang hurriedly flipped through two more pages, his gaze settling on a line of text.

Pointing his index finger at the paper, he shouted, "February 15th, I want to eat strawberry jelly, but the supermarket is sold out."

"You still say I don't like you?"

Shen Zhiyi was completely confused.

"Are you sick?" she said speechlessly. "What does the fact that the supermarket doesn't have jelly have to do with you liking me? Xie Huaiyang, I have bad eyesight, not bad brain."

Xie Huaiyang: ...

His face flushed red, he opened his mouth, his gaze fell on her bright red and moist lips, his Adam's apple bobbed, he looked away and abruptly turned the page.

"On June 9th, after the college entrance exam, I need to talk to her and get things cleared up."

He looked up at her and said, "That day, I must have confessed my feelings to you, right?"

Shen Zhiyi was stunned.

A burning memory flooded my mind.

She remembered the party that night.

At that time, her parents were still alive, her eyesight was fine, and all her friends were around her.

It was the happiest day of her life.

Aside from that little incident—