These few pages recorded the tragic lives of two people, and as if I had personally experienced it all, a chilling coldness ran through my body, and my heart ached intensely.
I couldn't bear to imagine what the little girl who claimed to be my daughter had gone through. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
I held the diary tightly and couldn't snap out of it. It couldn't be proven, but the things she recorded had traces that could be followed.
Perhaps, it had traveled through time and space to save me!
When I walked out of the room after composing myself, Felix sprang up from the sofa, concerned.
"Baby, you haven't eaten anything all afternoon. You must be hungry. I cooked two small dishes. Come and have some."
My parents exchanged a glance and then retreated to their own room, giving us space.
I was indeed hungry, so I sat at the table and watched as Felix efficiently served the meal.
Until then, I had always thought he was the perfect boyfriend.
He remembered my birthday and all the important holidays, always preparing gifts for me.
He considered the fact that I stood for long periods during classes and would give me a foot bath and a massage at night.