Oh no! My yandere school beauty is so clingy!

The afternoon sun was shining brightly. Lin Anran took Shen Yu's arm and they went downstairs together.

I took the not-so-large cardboard box from the parcel locker and held it in my arms. It did have some weight to it, but it wasn't too heavy.

Shen Yu shook it gently, and a slight sound of objects colliding came from inside.

"What could it be?" Lin Anran wondered as she went upstairs.

"We'll find out once we go up and take a look." Shen Yu shook his head; he didn't know what it was either.

Back home, after closing the door, Shen Yu found some scissors and cut open the tape on the cardboard box.

Inside was a light gray hard plastic storage box with some wear on the corners, but it was clean overall and clearly well-preserved.

"It's this box..." Shen Yu murmured, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

He opened the box, and Lin Anran immediately came over, gripping the edge of the box with wide eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is several small clothes carefully packed in transparent sealed bags.

One is a light blue onesie with an adorable little bear embroidered on the chest. The fabric is soft, and the bear embroidery is clear and cute.

Next to it was a red and white striped Breton shirt and a small pair of light beige overalls...

"Wow—!" Lin Anran couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation, reaching out and carefully touching the bear onesie through the sealed bag.

"Are these your clothes from when you were little?!"

She looked up at Shen Yu with bright, sparkling eyes, as if trying to recall the image of a toddler in a bear onesie through his now mature and handsome face.

Shen Yu stared at the few small pieces of clothing, momentarily stunned, as if her memory of them was a little hazy...

"I think... I can't remember exactly. These were probably clothes worn by someone around one year old. I can't recall..."

Underneath the little clothes were some toys.

A small tin car with some paint chipped off but still showing its original bright red color, a wind-up green tin frog that can jump, several brightly colored plastic rings that can be stacked together, and a set of wooden building blocks.

Scrolling down further, you'll find some miscellaneous items.

A tin pencil box with a cartoon rocket pattern, several award certificates with curled corners, and a not-so-thick photo album.

Lin Anran's gaze was instantly drawn to the not-so-thick photo album.

But these were Shen Yu's personal belongings, his childhood memories.

Lin Anran resisted the urge to reach out and grab it immediately. Instead, she stared at Shen Yu with her big, expectant eyes that seemed to say, "I really want to see it!"

Shen Yu met her gaze and asked in a low voice, "Want to see?"

Lin Anran nodded vigorously, her eyes practically sparkling.

"Mmm-hmm!"

Shen Yu didn't say anything more, but simply reached out and took the photo album out of the box.

Lin Anran almost couldn't wait to move closer, her shoulder pressed tightly against Shen Yu's arm, and her head extremely close.

Shen Yu gently turned to the first page of the photo album.

"Wow--!"

The first page contains several early color photographs, the colors of which are somewhat distorted and have a warm yellow tint.

Without exception, the main subject of the photos is a tiny baby, either still in swaddling clothes or taking its first steps.

The top picture shows a baby who looks only a few months old, wrapped in a plain-colored blanket, with only a wrinkled, rosy little face showing. The baby's eyes are closed, and the baby is sleeping soundly with only a few sparse strands of lanugo on its head.

Next to the photo, written in delicate pen, was the words: "Over 100 days old".

"So cute! Ahh~" Lin Anran pointed at the photo, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with undisguised delight.

Even though the baby in the photo doesn't actually look particularly cute, because it's Shen Yu, it automatically has eight hundred layers of filters on her eyes, making it look adorable no matter how you look at it.

Shen Yu looked at the photo, her eyes softened, and she softly hummed in agreement.

In the next picture, the baby is a little older and is being held in the arms of a gentle and beautiful young woman.

The woman wore an elegant dress, her long hair was tied up, and she smiled gently. She tilted her head slightly, gazing intently and lovingly at the child in her arms.

Meanwhile, Shen Yu, nestled in her arms, stared at the camera with wide, clear eyes, her chubby little hand unconsciously clutching a strand of her mother's hair.

Shen Yu's gaze lingered on that photograph for a long time.

He hadn't looked at his mother's photo so closely in a long time.

Not wanting, but not dare.

Seeing it will only make him feel bad; missing it will bring him pain, and it will take him some time to calm down.

Shen Yu didn't speak, but just watched quietly.

His originally gentle and relaxed lips unconsciously pursed slightly, and his jawline seemed to tighten a bit as well.

When Lin Anran saw the photo, she subconsciously turned her head and saw Shen Yu's profile, her heart tightened.

She immediately fell silent, even unconsciously softening her breathing...

Her body, which was close to his arm, stiffened slightly for a moment. Looking at his deep and focused expression as he gazed at the photo, a bittersweet feeling welled up in her heart.

She seemed to be able to sense Shen Yu's feelings at that moment; it was as if their feelings were connected.

In the end, Lin Anran said nothing, but quietly moved her hand away from the edge of the photo album.

Then, he took Shen Yu's slightly curled hand, which was resting on his knee.

Lin Anran carefully observed his expression and saw that he seemed to have regained his composure.

She wasn't as excited as before, but quietly stayed with him, slowly turning the pages of the remaining photos.

The album isn't thick; it mostly records Shen Yu's life before he turned three.

However, the photos only went up to when Shen Yu was about three years old, and then they stopped abruptly...

The next few pages are blank, with no more images.

It's as if a beautiful and complete moment was paused here, leaving only a blank space with no further records.

Shen Yu's gaze lingered on the last page for a moment, and then, without any hesitation or lingering, he decisively closed the photo album.

With a soft "click," the photo album closed, and those warm, yellowed images, along with the smiling faces captured within, were resealed beneath the hard cover.

Shen Yu picked up the photo album and gently placed it on the coffee table beside him. His movements were steady, revealing little emotion.

"Let's look at something else..."