Oh no! My yandere school beauty is so clingy!

"Yuyu! Are you alright?! Say something! Don't scare me!"

Lin Anran turned pale with fright and struggled to support his sliding body, her voice trembling with tears.

As she looked at Shen Yu's face, which had turned deathly pale and bloodless, and his eyes, which had suddenly lost all their luster and were frighteningly empty, her heart clenched painfully.

Shen Yu did not answer, nor could he answer.

His gaze, fixed almost blankly, was fixed on the wailing baby in Sister Wang's arms...

The baby looked very small, perhaps only a few months old, waving its tiny hands and feet frantically in its swaddling clothes, crying its heart out, its little face turning red.

The cries, one after another, pierced Shen Yu's eardrums like awls, tearing through his already battered heart...

Shen Yu's breathing became heavy and labored, as if a huge boulder was pressing on his chest.

The old man sighed again, his sigh filled with endless sorrow and helplessness.

He crouched down and rummaged around for a long time in a very hidden compartment with a small lock at the very bottom of the table before finally pulling out a small, somewhat rusted key.

He used the key to open an inconspicuous, locked little drawer on the side of the table.

This drawer is clearly much more hidden and important than the previous one where regular mail was kept.

The old man carefully took out a thin, small package wrapped in kraft paper from inside.

He took the small package and placed it on the table, right in front of Shen Yu, next to the stack of ordinary letters.

The old man's voice was aged and hoarse, each word seemingly uttered with all his might:

"These... are the last letters Xiaoyu sent back."

Shen Yu's outstretched hand trembled so badly it was almost uncontrollable.

But in the end, he used all his strength to pick it up.

The package was so light it made me uneasy.

Lin Anran also held her breath, pressed herself tightly against Shen Yu, and tears silently streamed down her face.

Inside were several letters.

Shen Yu first picked up the letters.

He trembled as he unfolded the first letter.

"I think... I did something wrong again. He said I'm too clingy, that I don't understand anything, that I'm just a burden to him... He said he's going back to his hometown, where his parents have arranged a marriage... He said... we're over. He left, without leaving anything behind, not even this month's rent... I can't find him. I went to the shop where he used to work, and the owner said he quit a long time ago and doesn't know where he went..."

On the letter, there were water stains that blurred the writing. They were tears...

"Why...why is it always like this? Did I do something wrong? I just...just wanted a home so badly...why do I always end up being abandoned when I think I've found one? Is it because...I'm an unwanted orphan? Is it because...I was thrown away?"

Here, the handwriting becomes messy and forceful, almost tearing the paper, revealing the writer's near-collapse at the time...

Shen Yu's heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He could almost see his younger sister, the same age as him, holding a pen, silently weeping as she wrote these desperate words.

She couldn't understand why fate was so unfair to her, why every time she tried to get closer to warmth, she was met with even deeper coldness and abandonment.

He suppressed his surging emotions and began to open the second letter.

The date of this letter seems to be several months after the last one...

"I...I think I'm pregnant. Will he come back? I know he won't. What should I do? What about this child...what should I do?"

"I don't want to abort, I don't want to! I was also an abandoned child, I know what it feels like to be abandoned. I don't want my child to go through that. She's my family, she's my only family now! I must give birth to her!"

The handwriting on the letter, from initial fear and hesitation to later chaos, finally settled on an almost obsessive determination.

Lin Anran was already sobbing uncontrollably. She covered her mouth tightly, afraid that her crying would disturb Shen Yu.

She could feel Shen Yu's body trembling violently, and she could feel his fingers gripping the letter so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Shen Yu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were bloodshot.

With trembling hands, he picked up the last letter.

The paper on this letter was even worse, like the cheapest toilet paper. The handwriting was also weak and feeble, broken and indistinct in some places, as if the writer had lost control of his hand.

"[...The baby...was born...it's a girl. Very small, very thin, like me when I was little...but I'm so happy, so very happy...I have a family now, I have a daughter...]"

"【But...my body...it seems like it's not going to make it. Giving birth to her...it was so difficult, I lost so much blood...and it hasn't gotten better since, I'm always in pain, I have no strength...and I don't have enough milk, she's always crying from hunger...】"

"I sent all the money I could earn back home. It wasn't much, but at least it was enough for the hospital to buy her some formula so she wouldn't go hungry... I don't want to get treatment anymore... I want to leave all the money for her..."

"【I know... I'm going to be an irresponsible mother... I'm sorry... baby, Mommy didn't mean to leave you... Mommy really... really tried her best... Mommy also wanted to watch you grow up, teach you to walk, teach you to talk, send you to school... and always be with you, but Mommy... seems like she can't do it anymore..."

"Please... help me raise her... don't tell her that her mother is a useless person, someone who is always abandoned... just tell her... her mother loves her very much, and definitely didn't abandon her! She just... just went to a very far place first..."

"I want to keep looking for my family... While I'm still able to walk, I want to ask them why they didn't want me."

"If I can't come back... then let her... live well in my place..."

The letter ends abruptly here.

There was no signature or date.

Only the last few lines, written with the last ounce of life's strength, are crooked, almost illegible marks.

Large patches of the letter paper were dark brown, dried, and appeared to be bloodstains...