Oh no! My yandere school beauty is so clingy!

The atmosphere became awkward after Lin Anran spoke.

Shen Yu turned to look at Lin Anran, whose eyes and expression were very serious, not at all like she was joking.

The two stared at each other for two or three seconds, then Shen Yu nodded and said:

"understood."

"!" Lin Anran raised an eyebrow, her eyes lighting up with joy, and asked happily:

"Really? You said yes?"

She thought Shen Yu would ask her to change her request, and that she might feel that she was being unreasonable because of the request she made.

However, I didn't expect Shen Yu to agree so easily, without even hesitating.

"Of course, as I said, as long as it's reasonable and not excessive, I will agree."

Shen Yu took out his phone, opened it, and in front of Lin Anran, blocked and deleted Zhou Xiaowen's WeChat account.

"I only have her WeChat account; there are no other ways to contact her."

After showing it to Lin Anran, Shen Yu turned off his phone.

Lin Anran immediately beamed with joy, nodded, and said, "Yes! Thank you!"

"You're welcome, this is what I promised you."

Shen Yu's attitude remained stable throughout, as if this was not a big deal.

Lin Anran was still a little curious and asked:

"You...you're not angry, are you? Asking you to delete a classmate who didn't provoke you would affect your reputation, wouldn't it?"

Shen Yu glanced at her and said:

"What's there to be angry about? What use is that reputation to me? If others think I'm bad, then I have nothing to say. I'm not living for others."

Lin Anran giggled, revealing her little tiger teeth, and said:

"But... Zhou Xiaowen likes you, and she's quite pretty. Wouldn't you be upset if she just deleted one of your suitors like that?"

Shen Yu stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and faced Lin Anran.

In the darkness, his outline was somewhat blurred, only his eyes appeared exceptionally clear under the dim streetlights.

He didn't answer immediately, but simply reached out and gently pinched her chin, lifting her face slightly...

The temperature of his fingertips was a little cool, and when they touched her warm skin, they stirred a slight shiver.

Lin Anran held her breath instantly, her eyes widening as she stared at Shen Yu, who was so close to her.

His face was so close to hers that she could see her own somewhat dazed reflection in his pupils...

Shen Yu's gaze fell on her face, very calm and deep.

"Don't you care a lot?" he asked, his voice low, yet every word struck her clearly.

He paused, then lightly stroked her chin with his fingertips. The touch was fleeting, but it made every nerve in her body tense up.

"You are more important than her, so I choose you."

"It's that simple."

After he finished speaking, he released her hand, withdrew it, and then, without looking at her again, turned around and continued walking forward.

Lin Anran stood frozen in place.

The lingering touch of his fingertips remained on her chin, and the words "You are more important than her" echoed repeatedly in her ears.

Lin Anran froze on the spot, her blood rushing to her head with a "boom".

Her cheeks, ears, and neck instantly burned intensely, the heat almost scorching her skin.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, making her ribs ache. All she could hear was the deafening roar of her own heartbeat; nothing else filled her ears...

You are more important than her.

I choose you.

It's that simple.

These words, like barbed hooks, pierced deep into the depths of her soul, then ripped away with force...

"Haa..."

A very short, suppressed gasp escaped from her clenched teeth.

She abruptly raised her hand to cover her mouth, but her shoulders began to tremble slightly uncontrollably...

The joy was so intense, so overwhelming, that it instantly shattered all her reason and defenses, leaving her weak all over, a tingling tremor emanating from every bone...

She watched Shen Yu's retreating figure as he walked ahead, his silhouette swaying slightly in her misty vision...

He chose me...

He deleted her and chose me...

He said I was more important.

These words brought her waves of dizzying, yet sweet, pleasure...

She remained in that position for several seconds until Shen Yu's figure was about to disappear around the corner of the intersection ahead. Only then did she seem to suddenly wake up and jog after him, her steps unsteady, as if she were walking on cotton.

When she reached Shen Yu's side, she didn't dare look at him, but kept her head down, staying close to him, about half a step away...

The two walked into the house one after the other, changed their shoes, and put down their schoolbags.

Only one floor lamp was on in the living room, casting a warm yellow glow over a small area.

Shen Yu sat down at one end of the sofa, and Lin Anran also walked over and sat down next to him, one person's distance away.

Neither of them spoke first.

Only the ticking of the clock on the wall was exceptionally clear in the silence.

Lin Anran lowered her head, the blush on her face had not completely faded, and her heart was still beating irregularly.

Her mind was a mess.

Shen Yu leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the blank television screen in front of him, and said nothing.

He seemed to be waiting, or perhaps he was thinking about something.

After about a minute or two, Lin Anran couldn't hold back any longer.

She looked up, glanced quickly at Shen Yu, then lowered her head again and spoke in a very soft voice:

"Um... what are we going to talk about today?"

Shen Yu turned his head to look at her.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Lin Anran was stumped by the question.

She had so much to say, but felt that none of it was appropriate.

She opened her mouth, then closed it again, and finally said in a very soft voice, "I...I don't know...anything is fine."

Shen Yu looked at her for a few seconds, then turned back, his gaze returning to the void.

"Then let's talk about your mother."

After Shen Yu finished speaking, the living room seemed to become even quieter.

Lin Anran's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and then she slowly lowered her head.

The blush that lingered on her face from the excitement faded little by little, leaving her looking somewhat pale.

She stared at her hands, which were clasped tightly together on her knees, her nails unconsciously digging into the skin on the back of her hands.

Silence spread between the two.

The ticking of the wall clock sounded particularly jarring at that moment.

Shen Yu didn't urge her, but waited quietly.

After a long while, Lin Anran finally spoke, her voice very soft:

"She...is an art teacher, she teaches drawing, and she draws very well...especially beautifully."

She paused, as if recalling something, or perhaps trying to organize her thoughts...

"It was also during my first year of high school... not long after the start of the second semester, I developed depression... and committed suicide."

She spoke the last few words very slowly and indistinctly, almost as if she were squeezing them out in a breath.

The living room fell silent again.

Shen Yu looked at her calmly, without pity or deliberate attempt to comfort her.

Do you look a lot like her?

Lin Anran's shoulders trembled slightly.

She looked up at Shen Yu with a somewhat blank expression, seemingly not expecting him to ask that question.

"I..."

"I don't know... People say I look like her, and my personality... is like hers used to be too—gentle and always smiling..."

"But later... she stopped smiling, always looked tired and listless. My dad... found her annoying, thought she was useless, and would scold her all the time. He often hit her, and he also stayed out all day and night, didn't work, and gambled..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

His fingers clenched even tighter, his knuckles turning white.

"I...I watched her gradually...become like that, watched her take her medicine, watched her sleepless nights..."

Lin Anran's voice faltered. She stared at her hands, her lips moved, but no sound came out.

After a long while, she finally spoke, her voice flat and without much variation.

"She died in her studio. A large, pure white sheet was laid out, and she lay on it, wearing an old white dress."

"He cut his wrists, bled a lot, and stained a large area of ​​the white cloth red..."

"Next to her were her palette, paintbrushes, and half a bottle of red wine..."

"Like...a painting."