Oh no! My yandere school beauty is so clingy!

Shen Yu reached out and continued rummaging through the storage box.

Lin Anran also quieted down and watched with him.

Those old toys and little clothes, though cute, seemed to have sombered because of the photo album we had just seen, and the initial excitement was gone.

A tacit silence flowed between the two; Lin Anran simply held his hand tighter, silently accompanying him with her body heat.

Suddenly, Shen Yu's fingertips touched a hard shell with rough edges.

He paused, then pulled the object out from under a few pieces of clothing.

It was a small booklet, a yearbook.

Shen Yu looked at the booklet that had suddenly appeared in front of him, a clear look of surprise flashing across his eyes.

He had almost forgotten that this thing even existed.

My elementary school yearbook... How long ago was that?

He's had this kind of thing before...

"What is this?" Lin Anran was also drawn to the suddenly appearing booklet and moved closer.

When she saw the words "Graduation Souvenir" on the cover, her eyes lit up instantly.

"Yearbook?" She looked up at Shen Yu, her voice hesitant and tentative. "Your elementary school yearbook?"

Shen Yu nodded:

"Yes, that's right."

Lin Anran looked at her questioningly and asked softly, "Can...can I take a look?"

Shen Yu tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile, his tone casual:

"Okay, let's watch."

With permission, Lin Anran carefully took the yearbook from Shen Yu's hand.

The first page is the class signature page, which is filled with densely packed, crooked signatures.

Most elementary school students' handwriting is immature; some write like earthworms, almost unrecognizable. Others use pens of various colors to draw strange patterns like stars, hearts, swords, etc., instead of their signatures...

After turning the signature page, there are pages of personal information.

Lin Anran appeared to be casually browsing the pages with Shen Yu, but in reality, a large portion of her attention was secretly drifting to the pages featuring the girls...

Shen Yu didn't pay much attention at first, assuming that she was just curious about everything from her childhood.

Until Lin Anran turned to a certain page.

The owner of this page has neat and tidy handwriting, which stands out among the many crooked and childish characters. Each stroke is written with great care.

The message left by Li Muting for Shen Yu:

Upon seeing this, Lin Anran's fingertips paused slightly.

[Shen Yu, I wish you all the best in your studies and happiness every day! I hope we can still be classmates in the future!]

Below, at the bottom right corner of this standard message, at the edge of the blank space,

There is a line of very, very small, but written with utmost care and meticulousness:

【I like you.】

Next to it, a small heart was drawn in red.

Lin Anran unconsciously tightened her grip on the edge of the paper, causing it to make a slight "snap" sound.

She stared at the tiny words and the red heart, her brows slowly furrowing.

Shen Yu saw it too, and he was clearly stunned for a moment.

To be honest, his memory of Li Muting was very vague; he only vaguely remembered that she was a girl with above-average grades and a fairly quiet personality.

As for what he looked like and what he said, I've long forgotten.

He probably hadn't even read the whole book carefully, let alone noticed that hidden line of words in the corner.

Who would have thought that, six or seven years later, it would be laid bare in front of his current girlfriend in this unexpected way.

He turned his head almost immediately to look at Lin Anran...

After a brief moment of looking down, Lin Anran suddenly raised her head and looked at Shen Yu.

Her lips were slightly pursed, and her cheeks were slightly puffed out...

"Yu Yu... um... Li Muting, are you still in contact? Do you have her contact information?"

Shen Yu quickly shook his head, the movement small, but the frequency and force conveyed a resolute intention to sever all ties:

"No, I haven't seen him since I graduated from elementary school."

He was telling the truth.

After graduating from elementary school, everyone went their separate ways, attending different middle schools, and later scattered all over the country.

Hearing Shen Yu say this, Lin Anran let out a breath, looking much better. She nodded, softened her tone, and murmured:

"Okay...that's good..."

Since it happened in elementary school, and we were all quite young then, she didn't pay much attention to it.

The two stopped looking at the yearbook and continued rummaging through the box.

I've looked at the clothes, toys, and stationery; it seems there's something else underneath.

Lin Anran carefully parted the few bear onesies and sailor shirts she had already seen, her fingers touching the fabric underneath.

"Huh? There are clothes too?" She gently pulled them out and saw that they were several neatly folded small clothes, also packed in transparent sealed bags.

But this time, the style and color of the clothes were clearly different from the previous ones.

One was a light pink cotton dress with white lace trim on the neckline and cuffs, which looked delicate and cute. It was also very new, as if it had never been worn.

The other one was a pale yellow cardigan with several adorable little ducks embroidered on it in colorful yarn.

There was also a small pair of overalls with red polka dots, clearly a girl's style...

"Huh?" Lin Anran picked up the pink dress, looked at it against the light, and then gestured to check its size. A look of surprise and amusement appeared on her face. She turned to look at Shen Yu, her eyes curving into crescents.

"Yuyu, you wore little skirts when you were little...? They were so pink and cute!"

Her tone carried a mischievous smile, clearly indicating that she felt she had discovered Shen Yu's unknown dark history.

However, Shen Yu's gaze fell on those few small clothes that were clearly girls' clothes, and he frowned slightly.

He took the pink dress from Lin Anran's hand, carefully examined its style and size, and then looked at the other dresses...

An inexplicable and strange feeling crept into my heart...

His memories of himself before the age of three were already vague, and he had no recollection of the clothes he wore.

But... judging from the style, color, and size, these clothes are clearly meant for little girls.

Although young children's gender characteristics are not obvious, and some parents dress boys in neutral or even brightly colored clothes, these few items in front of us...

Unless it was chosen intentionally, it's unlikely to be one's own...

"Are these... really mine?" he murmured to himself, more like asking himself, his brows furrowing slightly.

Lin Anran had initially been smiling teasingly, but seeing Shen Yu's serious expression and the rare look of confusion and contemplation in his eyes, her smile gradually faded...

Shen Yu put down her skirt and continued to search the bottom of the storage box.

My fingertips touched something hard and thick, like the back of a picture frame, but not quite neat.

He carefully took the thing out...

It was an old photograph, larger than a regular photograph, with worn and curled corners and a yellowish tinge.

The photo shows a young woman in a loose floral dress standing on a grassy field covered with unidentified wildflowers, with a clear sky and a few green trees in the background...

The woman gently stroked her high, protruding belly with both hands, a tender and contented smile on her face. She lowered her head slightly, her gaze fixed on her stomach...

She is Shen Yu's mother... (Image of her during her pregnancy)

Shen Yu's gaze was fixed on the photograph...

His mother in the photo looked younger and gentler than he had ever remembered.

Her belly was very big; she looked quite far along in her pregnancy...

Shen Yu didn't speak, but simply gazed quietly at her mother's gentle smile in the photograph...

His fingers unconsciously flipped the photo...

On the back of the photograph was a blank sheet of photographic paper. In the center of the back, a line of neat and clear small characters was written in pen...

Mom will always love you.

The signature was a simple date, the year Shen Yu was born...

The words themselves are filled with maternal love and are deeply moving.

But Shen Yu's gaze was fixed intently on the word "们"...

"you..."

"Them?"