Mu Yan sat leaning against the bed, flipping through a diary.
Although each diary entry had few words, those short lines were enough for her to imagine scenes of him being bullied during his teenage years.
20XX-12-20 Friday Weather: Light Rain
There was a final exam today, and someone threw a note under my desk. The invigilator saw it and ruled that I cheated.
I threw the paper at that teacher's face and then walked out.
The school called home. My grandpa found out I cheated and enforced family discipline. She scolded me for being unambitious and embarrassing her.
I looked at the bruises on my back in the mirror, not feeling any pain at all.
The sound of a drop, tears fell onto the words, smearing them.
Mu Yan hurried to wipe it, but some of it still smudged.
She grabbed a tissue from the side to desperately wipe her tears. The tissue was soaked, so she took another one.
Her heart felt twisted, unbearably painful.
