Oh no! My yandere school beauty is so clingy!

Shen Yu read the letter quietly, her hand holding the letter trembling more and more violently.

The edges of the paper were crumpled into a ball by his grip, making a faint, strained sound...

Lin Anran, who was standing to the side, had already covered her mouth, her eyes wide open, and a layer of mist quickly gathered inside.

Her heart clenched, and her brows were filled with an overwhelming sadness and heartache.

"Shen Yu..." she called softly, but received no response from Shen Yu.

Shen Yu's gaze was fixed on the last few lines of the letter.

The next second, he folded the letter in half, then folded it in half again.

He slammed the folded letter onto the coffee table with a loud thud.

Lin Anran trembled instantly, startled.

Immediately afterwards, as if trying to escape from something, Shen Yu suddenly raised her head, her gaze unfocused as she stared at the ceiling.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, but the air felt stuck in his throat, offering no relief whatsoever.

Instead, it made his breathing become faster and shallower, with an uncontrollable tremor.

He tried to stand up, seemingly trying to calm the sudden feeling of suffocation by moving around.

But as soon as he propped himself up, his knees inexplicably buckled, and he uncontrollably fell back onto the sofa with a dull thud.

He seemed startled by his sudden exhaustion, and also as if he felt ashamed.

He quickly lowered his head, forcefully supporting his forehead with one hand, digging his fingers into his thick black hair and scratching it hard, the veins on the back of his hand bulging from the force.

With her other hand, she unconsciously wiped her face over and over again, from her forehead to her chin.

"Shen Yu..." Lin Anran called out again, her voice tinged with a cautious probing.

She slowly moved closer to him, not touching him as eagerly as before, but simply sitting down next to him...

I was so close I could feel the tension and stiffness emanating from his body, and I could hear his short, rapid breathing.

"Splash—!"

Almost without warning, Shen Yu suddenly raised his arm and, with all his might, slammed it down on the coffee table in front of him!

On the coffee table, there's the folded letter, the wooden box containing the old photo album and pocket watch, the cold bank card, and the documents left by the lawyer...

Everything was swept to the ground with a loud bang!

The letters and documents were scattered and floated all over the ground.

The wooden box fell to the ground, the lid was knocked open, and the old photo album inside slid out, unfolding and scattering several yellowed photos.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

He stopped looking at anything; his gaze was unfocused.

The dull pain in my chest and the unvented rage desperately needed an outlet.

Almost instinctively, he suddenly raised his clenched fist, his arm muscles bulging, ready to smash it hard against the hard glass tabletop!

Just as the fist was about to land, Lin Anran practically lunged forward, recklessly using her entire body to tightly hug Shen Yu's waist!

She didn't make a sound, but pressed her cheek tightly against his tense body, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, using all her strength, her eyes closed, her body trembling slightly...

That trembling was pure fear, yet an unwillingness to run away...

The fist, about to fall, froze in mid-air.

Shen Yu froze completely...

What is he doing?

Are you losing control of your emotions? Are you smashing things to vent your frustration?

Do I actually have violent tendencies myself?

You hate domestic violence, but you actually have a tendency to be violent yourself?

How is this any different from his father, whom he personally sent to prison?

"I..." Shen Yu let out a short, hoarse sound.

His arm, frozen in mid-air, began to tremble uncontrollably—not from gathering strength, but from lingering fear, a physiological shudder born of self-loathing...

Lin Anran still held him tightly, feeling the loosening of his arm strength and the stiffness of his body.

She didn't let go immediately, but instead looked up at him, her eyes blurry with tears, filled with lingering fear, apprehension, and deep worry...

Shen Yu met her gaze, his throat tightened, and his heart was filled with guilt...

I've always been very rational, but I just lost control of my emotions. I must have scared her.

Shen Yu finally lowered his fist, which had been frozen in mid-air.

His arms hung limply at his sides...

He almost became the kind of person he least wanted to be...

It seems I still need to be careful. No matter what, I have that bastard's genes in me; I must control them and not become like him...

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the turbulent redness in his eyes had faded, leaving only tired bloodshot eyes and a bottomless sense of self-reproach.

He took a soft breath, raised one hand, and gently placed it over Lin Anran's hand, which was tightly wrapped around his waist...

"I'm sorry..." He finally found his voice, hoarse and low.

With a heavy nasal tone and lingering guilt:

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

"I...I got too excited, I...I didn't control myself...Did I scare you? I won't do it again."

He apologized again and again, his voice growing softer and softer until it was almost a muttering to himself.

With a rare sense of bewilderment and helplessness.

He had never lost his composure like this in front of Lin Anran, and he had never imagined that he harbored such a vulnerable side within himself, one that could easily spiral out of control...

Lin Anran heard the heaviness in his voice.

She slowly loosened her arms from tightly hugging his waist, but did not completely back away, still standing next to him.

She looked up, her face still streaked with tears, her eyes and the tip of her nose red, making her look pitiful.

But there was not a trace of blame or fear in those eyes that were looking at Shen Yu.

I feel nothing but heartache.

She shook her head vigorously, her voice still slightly nasal from crying, but her tone was very serious:

"No...you didn't scare me..."

She raised her hand and gently touched Shen Yu's furrowed brows with her fingertips, trying to smooth out the wrinkles, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

She lowered her hand and said softly:

"I...I was just worried about you, Shen Yu. It's normal to lose control of your emotions...the loss of a loved one who always loved you makes it easy to lose control of your emotions..."

"Because I'm someone who often loses control of my emotions. When I lose control, I'm capable of anything, hurting others and myself. The last time I lost control, wasn't it you who stopped me..."

"so..."

"I know I might not have done well enough. I'm definitely not as calm as you, able to calm me down so quickly... But, I'm your girlfriend..."

She reached out her hand, but this time, she didn't hug her tightly.

Instead, she gently took Shen Yu's hand, which was hanging by his side, and warmed it with her own palm.

"What a girlfriend should do...is to be by your side when you're sad, when you're losing control, right? Even though I might be clumsy, and I might not be able to articulate any profound truths, I...can't stop you..."

"But I still want to try my best...not just to comfort you, but to truly empathize with you..."