When she was young, Sarah had the habit of recognizing her bed. She couldn't sleep on the first night after changing her place. She tossed and turned all night. Finally, she sat up and looked through the diary she had treasured for many years.
The notebook was small and exquisite, with a pink cover and a small lock. Sarah was eight years old at the time. When she saw the small lock, she suddenly felt that this notebook was the safest in the world. She wanted to buy it and take it pack house, write all her secrets in it, and then lock it with the lock.
When she thought of this, she couldn't help laughing, laughing at her naivety at the time. This lock was made of hard plastic and could be pulled open with just a little force.
But she still took out the key from the innermost part of the
