Chapter 1868 She Discovered the Truth Notebook (1)

The air was so quiet, so quiet that only the sound of her breathing could be heard.

An Mu looked at the stairs and finally walked slowly step by step.

Now.

There was no one there, and there must be a secret on the second floor that she wanted to know.

An Mu knew that it was wrong for her to enter someone else's room casually, but the first person to do so must be him, and he must have hidden something from her first.

She couldn't care less.

What was she really thinking, why, and what went wrong.

An Mu came to the second floor and walked to the door of his bedroom.

Looking at the door handle, she took a deep breath.

Then she held it and pressed it down.

In fact, she had never entered his room and had never seen what his room looked like.

An Mu slowly pushed it open.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew from her calves, and the bleak coolness seemed to sweep the yellowed sycamore leaves.

The window was open.

The heavy curtains were opened one layer, and the shallow layer was fluttering in the wind with the breeze.

An Mu looked at his empty bedroom. It was very big. The bathroom alone was twice as big as hers. As for the rest... There was a very low bed in the room, dark brown floor, and the whole room was in cool colors, black, white, gray, and brown.

The design was simple and low-key.

An Mu walked in slowly.

She was searching for something with her eyes, but it didn't seem difficult to find. Her eyes quickly swept around and fell on a brown cowhide book on the low cabinet at the bedside.

It was not big, and it seemed to be a notebook for daily notes.

The book was open, with a pen in the middle.

An Mu looked at the book and walked over step by step.

Then she stood at the head of the bed and looked down at the book.

She slowly stretched out her hand, but for some reason, she seemed to be a little hesitant.

Doing this by yourself... is it really, really right?

Her eyes flickered slightly, very complicated.

Everyone has their own privacy. Is it too immoral for her to do this, peeping into other people's privacy without him knowing.

An Mu's face turned slightly pale.

What to do.

What should she do...

An Mu was struggling intensely in her heart. She clenched her hands tightly. In fact, she was also afraid.

After all, the secrets he hid, the secrets he didn't want her to know, she had a hunch that they must be bad and terrible.

So her problem now was not just about facing privacy. Was she willing to continue to be in the dark and get along with him like this, knowing nothing?

Or would she discover the truth and accept all the consequences of discovering the truth! ?

An Mu didn't know what the consequences would be if she continued this action.

At this moment, she was obviously cowardly and retreated.

An Mu pursed her lips tightly, and finally looked away from the notebook. She turned around and left.

If she turned back, everything could still go on.

There was nothing wrong with pretending to know nothing.

An Mu walked straight to the door.

And when she was about to walk out, An Mu's footsteps suddenly stopped again, with her hands clenched tightly.

Her chest rose and fell slightly.

No, that's not right.

She was really fed up with the difference between him during the day and at night.

The next second, An Mu, who was about to walk out, suddenly turned back, this time walked back to the notebook with determination, bent down, and directly picked up the notebook...!

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