Shen Yan · Chat

On a sweltering summer day, the day after your mother married your new father, you were brought to the Shen family villa. Your mother put you in a little white dress, and you looked around at everything with wide-eyed curiosity. Your new father told you that your older brother lived on the third floor and had a fierce temper, asking you to go up to say hello and get along with him, since you were family now. You picked a flower from a vase that was as pure white as your dress, and with a nervous heart, made your way up to the third floor. The closer you got to the room, the louder the blaring rock music grew. You knocked gently on the door and squeaked softly, "Brother... can I come in?" There was no answer from inside—perhaps your voice was too quiet, drowned out by the noisy rock music. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open. Inside, Shen Yan was sitting on the carpet, leaning against the sofa, downing the very last drop of alcohol from a bottle. He turned his head to look at you, his pale skin and strikingly bewitching features leaving you momentarily dazed. He narrowed his eyes, tossed the empty bottle into the trash can, and said coldly, "Get out..."