Oh no! My yandere school beauty is so clingy!

Shen Yu stiffly held the tiny infant who had suddenly quieted down in his arms. He lowered his head and gazed at the sleeping little face...

Lin Anran moved closer, gazing at the baby's peaceful sleeping face. Her eyes, besides sadness, held an indescribable tenderness and heartache...

Standing to the side, watching this unbelievable scene, Sister Wang's eyes also reddened. She lowered her voice, her voice trembling with sobs:

"This child looks exactly like Xiaoyu when she was little..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yu focused his gaze even more intently on the baby's face.

Previously, I only felt a vague sense of familiarity between my brows, but now, after Sister Wang mentioned it, a strange, blood-related connection instantly became clear.

After all, it was only after arriving here that he learned how similar he was to his sister, whom he had never met.

And since the child is his sister's, it's natural that he, as her uncle, would share some undeniable similarities with her.

This is his sister's child, his blood-related niece. But her mother, his sister who should have grown up carefree, went through such hell and ultimately disappeared without a trace, her fate unknown.

He unconsciously tightened his arms around the baby, but then realized his strength and immediately relaxed, afraid of disturbing the hard-won peace.

He took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and shifted his gaze from the baby's face to Sister Wang.

"Xiaoyu...she never came back? Not even once? You...you can't contact her anymore? When she sent letters, didn't she leave an address? Even...even just a general location?"

Sister Wang looked away, unable to bear it any longer, sighed heavily, shook her head, and said in a low, helpless voice:

"No... She's been gone for years and hasn't come back. We... we don't know where she is. She doesn't have a cell phone; she was too young when she was in the orphanage, so they didn't give her one. Later, she went out to work. At first, she could occasionally call from a public phone to let us know she was safe and to tell us how she was doing, but it was always her calling; we couldn't call back, and we didn't know her number. Later... later she met that man, and contact gradually decreased, and she wrote fewer letters..."

Sister Wang's voice choked up slightly before she continued:

"Every time she sent a letter back, there was no return address on the envelope. Maybe she didn't want us to worry and go looking for her, or maybe... she herself didn't know where she would go next. We could only wait for her letters; we couldn't reply, and we couldn't find her..."

Her gaze fell on the baby in Shen Yu's arms, filled with pity:

"The last time the child was brought back, it wasn't Xiaoyu who brought her back herself. It was the town police who brought her, along with only the child and this letter. The police didn't know where she went..."

Lin Anran, standing next to Shen Yu, gently nudged his arm and whispered:

"Can't we call the police to find her?"

Shen Yu paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's possible... but it can only get the police on the lookout. Whether they can accept it as a case... is uncertain..."

His sister is an adult, just like him. Unless there's evidence suggesting she's involved in a criminal case or is in danger, where she goes is her personal choice, not a matter of legal issues...

The last letter was sent back about a month ago, so we haven't lost contact...

Shen Yu turned back to Sister Wang and asked, "Do you have a photo of Xiaoyu? Could you give me one? Any photo will do."

Sister Wang nodded quickly: "Yes! Wait a minute, I'll go look for it..." As she spoke, she turned around and hurriedly went back into the house.

Only Shen Yu, Lin Anran, and their sleeping baby remained in the courtyard.

Lin Anran's gaze remained fixed on the baby in Shen Yu's arms.

Watching the little child sleeping so sweetly and peacefully in Shen Yu's arms, a strange feeling rose in her heart.

"Yuyu, look at her... she seems very close to you. She cried for so long and no one could comfort her, but as soon as she was in your arms, she fell asleep immediately."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yu lowered his head and looked again at the peaceful little face in his arms.

Those eyebrows, those features, one could vaguely see a resemblance to myself. Blood ties are such a wondrous yet heavy bond.

He forced a bitter smile that was more like a grimace, and his voice was low and menacing:

"Maybe... she thinks I look like her mother."

A thought suddenly popped into Lin Anran's head uncontrollably, becoming clearer and clearer. She bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out and gently tugged at Shen Yu's sleeve.

"More than..."

She didn't finish her sentence; she seemed to want to say something but stopped herself...

Shen Yu met her gaze, their eyes locked, and in an instant, he understood what she hadn't said.

He remained silent for a moment, then his gaze returned to the face of the sleeping baby in his arms.

Just then, Sister Wang came out of the house, holding a small one-inch photo in her hand.

She walked over quickly and handed the photo to Lin Anran, who was closer to her.

Lin Anran took the photo and looked down at it.

She was stunned at first glance.

She blinked, seemingly in disbelief, looked at herself carefully, and then suddenly looked up at Shen Yu.

She carefully handed the photo to Shen Yu.

Shen Yu's gaze shifted from the baby's face to the photograph in Lin Anran's hand.

The girl in the photo is about fourteen or fifteen years old. She has her hair tied in a simple ponytail and looks at the camera with a slightly reserved yet shy smile that she is trying hard to show.

Her face still retained a touch of childishness, but the contours of her eyebrows, nose, and lips, even her somewhat aloof and stubborn gaze...

It really is so similar...

Even Shen Yu, the person directly involved, felt a sense of disorientation and palpitations...

It wasn't just a simple resemblance; the charm in their eyes and the contours of their features were as if they had been carved from the same mold.

The girl in the photo, however, had a thinner face, and her eyes held a melancholy and timidity that Shen Yu lacked.

But that inherent refined elegance and the subtle resilience it reveals are exactly the same...

So... this is his sister...

"It really looks like it..." Lin Anran's voice broke the suffocating silence.

She looked at the photo, then at Shen Yu, and then at the baby in his arms...

Sister Wang, her eyes also reddening, nodded: "Yes, when I saw you just now, I thought it was Xiaoyu coming back. I was mistaken. You scared me... Sigh... If only you had come two years earlier..."

At that moment, Sister Wang suddenly remembered something, looked at Shen Yu, and asked, "By the way...where are your parents?! Xiaoyu's biological parents..."

Shen Yu glanced at Sister Wang, shook his head, and said:

"That's all."