Oh no! My yandere school beauty is so clingy!

Three days later, at dawn...

The sky was a somber, leaden gray, with thick, low-hanging clouds that made it hard to breathe.

The taxi stopped on a somewhat secluded road in the suburbs.

The destination is not far ahead... high walls, electric fences, and a heavily guarded gate.

Shen Yu pushed open the car door and got out.

Three days did not diminish the impact of the photograph and the clothes; instead, it deepened the doubts and anxieties in his heart.

Fortunately, Lin Anran was by his side, taking care of his emotions, which prevented him from being unable to eat or sleep for the past three days...

Lin Anran also got out of the car and stood beside him.

Looking at Shen Yu's taut profile, she felt a sharp pang of pain in her heart.

She knew what this visit meant to Shen Yu...

All she could do was stay by his side.

She quietly reached out and gently touched the back of Shen Yu's hand, which was hanging by his side.

Shen Yu's fingertips trembled slightly, and then he grabbed Lin Anran's hand and squeezed it tightly.

This subtle movement seemed to be a silent absorption of power, or perhaps a confirmation of her presence.

Then, he let go.

"I'm going in..." Shen Yu turned his head and looked at Lin Anran.

"Wait for me at the door...it'll be at most...half an hour, okay?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Anran nodded vigorously.

"Okay! I'll wait for you at the door, I won't go anywhere."

Shen Yu gave her a deep look, then nodded without saying anything more, turned around, and walked towards the imposing gate.

Lin Anran stood there, watching Shen Yu's back as he walked step by step toward the door.

The security guard at the entrance checked his identification, and he cooperated by raising his arm for a simple security check.

Then, the heavy door with the electronic lock slowly opened a crack in front of him, and he stepped inside.

The visiting room was simply furnished, with cold metal tables and chairs fixed to the smooth cement floor, separated by thick, soundproof transparent glass, with telephone receivers on both sides of the glass.

Above the wall on one side of the room, there is a surveillance camera at a fixed angle, flashing a faint red light.

Shen Yu sat down in the designated spot, straightening his back, placing his hands on the table, and calmly looking at the other side of the glass.

Finally, the heavy iron door on the other side of the glass was opened from the inside, making a harsh metallic scraping sound.

A man dressed in a uniform prison uniform walked in at the signal of a prison guard.

He is Shen Yu's father, Shen Daoliang.

He looked thinner than the last time we met, and the prison uniform looked somewhat loose on him.

His hair was shaved into a very short buzz cut, revealing his scalp, which made his ordinary black-rimmed glasses stand out somewhat under the cold white light.

His facial features still conveyed a calm, even rigid, quality typical of intellectuals, but his eyes, peering through his glasses, were even more profound than I remembered.

He walked with a steady, unhurried pace. He sat down in the chair opposite Shen Yu, picked up the phone receiver, and looked at Shen Yu's face through his glasses.

There was no excitement of a long-awaited reunion, no warmth of father and son meeting, not even a ripple of emotion; it was as calm as looking at a stranger.

Shen Yu also picked up her own receiver.

A few seconds of silence lingered on both sides of the soundproof glass.

In the end, Shen Daoliang spoke first, his voice coming through the receiver:

"What? You've come to see me again? Is there anything else?"

His tone didn't sound like he was asking a question about his son; it sounded more like he was dealing with a non-urgent, even somewhat unnecessary, official matter.

Shen Yu tightened his grip on the receiver.

He didn't respond to Shen Daoliang's words, nor did he exchange any pleasantries.

He remained silent for a short while, his gaze calmly fixed on Shen Daoliang's eyes, and then, in the same calm and even tone, he spoke clearly:

Grandpa has passed away.

The moment the words left his mouth, Shen Yu clearly saw that on the other side of the glass, Shen Daoliang's hand holding the phone receiver tightened suddenly. His knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

Then, Shen Daoliang closed his eyes.

He closed his eyes slowly, as if he needed some time to process the information.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, and the sound of his breath was amplified in Shen Yu's ears through the receiver.

Then, he slowly exhaled and opened his eyes.

Behind the glasses, the eyes remained deep and unfathomable, devoid of any emotion.

"Understood." Shen Daoliang's voice rang out again, devoid of any emotion.

Shen Yu looked at him, her face expressionless.

He had guessed that Shen Daoliang would react this way.

This man's emotions seem to be forever sealed under an unbreakable shell of ice.

But... that moment of silence, that one breath that was clearly an attempt to adjust one's emotions.

This shows that even someone as emotionally detached and extreme as him, whose behavior bordered on "madness," was not entirely unaffected by his father's death.

Shen Yu adjusted his breathing, raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife, and without any hesitation or preamble, directly threw out the question that had been swirling in his mind for three days:

Am I an only child?

The moment the words fell—

Shen Yu clearly saw that on the other side of the glass, Shen Daoliang's pupils contracted slightly, hidden behind the lenses.

Not only that, he also raised his eyebrows slightly.

The movement of raising an eyebrow was so subtle and quick it was almost an illusion, but Shen Yu caught it.

Shen Yu's heart sank as he caught this subtle reaction.

He was right; there was indeed something going on.

This reaction was far more direct and...meaningful than Shen Daoliang's reaction when he heard the news of his grandfather's death.

After a long silence, Shen Daoliang finally spoke, saying:

"Shen Yu, do you think this question is important?"

Shen Yu did not reply, but silently looked at him.

Shen Daoliang continued:

"This isn't important to you at all. Even if you have a sibling, what can you do? Find her?"

"You don't have any feelings for her, so what good would finding her do? Or are you just trying to...find your last remaining family member? Are you very lonely?"

Shen Yu listened quietly to Shen Daoliang's words, her emotions completely unmoved. After a long while, she finally spoke softly:

"This has nothing to do with you anymore. You just need to tell me the truth. If you don't want to tell me, that's fine too. Then our conversation ends here..."