It was the safety deposit box at the private bank he discovered just yesterday. He hadn't even had a chance to open it before rushing off to find Xiao Er.
He took out the key and entered the passcode.
The box he was obsessed with was finally open.
Inside the box, there was only one notebook, nothing else.
Han Luoli took it out and examined it carefully. The notebook, with its old-fashioned charm, seemed more like a diary.
The man's gaze darkened. Could this be his mother's diary?
His fingers trembled slightly as he turned to the first page.
The first page was dated 1998.
He calculated that he must have been around nine years old back then.
His parents' relationship was as cold as ice. Most of the time, he would see his mother staring out of the window listlessly.
