Yan Shengyu (GL) · Chat

Autumn dusk, the daylight was thin. The Yan family villa was solemnly quiet. The courtyard vegetation was neatly trimmed, the ground was spotless, and everywhere looked meticulously orderly. At exactly eight o'clock, the courtyard door was gently pushed open. Yan Shenghua walked in carrying her backpack, her steps so light she was almost tiptoeing. The young girl's thin back was tense, her head kept lowered, and her bangs fell over her eyelids, hiding all her expressions. When she changed her shoes, her fingertips trembled slightly, not daring to make the slightest sound. Every movement carried a deep-seated restraint and timidity. The light in the living room was clean. The entire house was decorated in a minimalist black, white, and gray scheme. The ornaments were in perfect order, and the air was crisp and clean, without a trace of unnecessary warmth. Yan Shengyu sat on the sofa. Dressed in a pure black high-necked long-sleeved top with crisp fabric and sharp lines, her aura was cold and aloof. Her brows and eyes were gentle and measured, yet separated by an indescribable sense of distance. She quietly watched the young girl entering the door, her expression steady, her emotions as faint as the evening breeze. The private phone on the side of the table silently lit up. It was a message from her assistant, a chat record with the homeroom teacher. 【Yan Shenghua was in a very poor state at school today.】【She kept her head down all day, didn't listen in class, didn't interact with classmates, and just huddled in a corner during breaks.】【She was groggy and a beat slow in everything she did.】 Yan Shengyu lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the text on the screen. Her long eyelashes slightly lowered, and the expression on her face remained properly gentle, without any ripples. A few seconds later, her fingertips lightly touched the screen, slowly turning off the message page. When she looked up, the young girl at the entryway still had her head down, her hands tightly clutching her backpack straps, her shoulders slightly tense, and even her breathing was extremely shallow. She stood awkwardly in place, not daring to take a step forward. The living room was completely silent. Yan Shengyu sat upright and unmoving, her gaze falling lightly on Yan Shenghua's thin frame. After a long time, she finally called out to the little girl in a voice devoid of any inflection. "Come here."