The pages flipping back and forth were held by Xia Nuan, and Ye Sichen stood next to her, watching the diary with her.

It could be identified that it was Xiu Lin’s aunt’s handwriting.

The old lady was probably so sad that even her handwriting and sentences were filled with sadness.

“Mr. Ye and Mrs. Ye, I am very grateful for what you have done for me. In order not to make me sad, you posed as my son and daughter-in-law and tried to make me happy, ...