Part 2The Brother’s Secret Manual

In the blink of an eye,

Asher and I had been inseparable, leaning on each other, as siblings for over twenty years.

Last weekend,

Asher forbade me from attending a male classmate’s birthday party, and we had a huge fight.

He couldn’t argue with me, and in his frustration, he actually recited a passage from my diary.

That’s when I realized he had been secretly reading my diary all along. Furious, I kicked him hard and stormed upstairs.

Although I also secretly read Asher’s diary every day, I never read it out loud to him!

I always laughed to myself in secret. Who’s as shameless as him?! That utterly shameless jerk!

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

To get back at Asher,

I specifically went out and bought a new diary with a lock.

After half a month of aimlessly jotting down daily occurrences,

I started writing furiously:

“I’m a bad girl. How can I have those kinds of feelings for my own brother?”

“They say brotherly love is a sickness, it’s not right, I shouldn’t be like this.”

“But I really can’t control myself. The internet is right, our red thread is hidden…”

…

I switched to a red pen and drew a crooked heart where the period should be.

Asher certainly didn’t disappoint me.

The next day, when he brought fruit into my room,

his eyes immediately landed on the diary I had deliberately left open on the desk.

Perhaps he remembered the kick I gave him a few days ago for reading my diary.

Perhaps his conscience finally struck, and he thought an older brother shouldn’t invade his younger sister’s privacy.

In any case,

he paused for five seconds.

But only for five seconds.

His slender fingers skillfully flipped open the thin pages.

His face still wore that casually lazy expression, his lips even curled in a mischievous “what’s wrong with just one look?”

But after reading just two lines,

Asher’s upturned lips sharply dropped.

His fingers, clutching the diary, trembled faintly, his temples throbbed, and his vision swam.

Finally, he stumbled two steps and collapsed heavily into a chair, clearly scared half to death by the diary’s contents.

And I, hiding by the door, watched his world-shattering reaction, covering my mouth and laughing so hard I couldn’t stand straight.

Heh heh.

That’ll teach him to read my diary.

He deserved it.