姑娘嘆了一口氣,待要再次合上本子,終究心下不忍,披衣起身走到桌前拿起了羽毛筆:「Where are you?」
連日來的呼喚終於得到了回應,白色紙張上的墨色筆跡飛快地浮現,就像一人迫不及待地剖白一般:「Obviously I am here,but well, if you ask for the real Voldemort who you know, I don't know either.」
黛玉皺了下眉,為什麼他這樣說?
「I thought you were him.」
「Well, sort of. I'm his memory preserved in this dairy two months ago.」
「Then you don't know where he went, though he gave this dairy to me a few days ago.」
「I don't think you should be sad, Dai. Wherever he is now doesn't matter anymore because I am here right now, by your side. You can ask me whatever you want to know, and I'm not like him.」筆跡停了片刻,黛玉覺得自己似乎都能看見對方拿著筆輕笑的樣子:「I』d like to tell you the truth, always.」
黛玉頓了一下,心思流轉,卻忍不住寫下:「That's not like you two both.」
「I just want to be like the only one you love.」
眼見黛玉似乎停了下來,日記卻寫得更加暢快:「Dai, I don't like this way talking to you, I want to see you, could I meet you now」