The gentle and clear song resonated in the ears, like a youth's unspoken feelings carried away by the night breeze.
Shen You'an recalled those bright and sincere eyes, revealing the purest and most beautiful affection of youth.
Yet, destined to be betrayed.
The phone in her pocket vibrated briefly, a message had arrived.
Shen You'an took out her phone and glanced at it.
It was a message from Liu Runxi—Are you home?
In Shen You'an's mind, the image of a youthful, cool demeanor surfaced instinctively, as if her breathing slowed for a moment.
She tapped the keyboard lightly and replied—Almost home, how about you, is everything okay at home?
Shen You'an saw the notification at the top of the screen indicating typing but it quickly disappeared, finally sending two words.
—Nothing.
Shen You'an had a gut feeling something wasn't right, could Helian Yu be up to something again?
"Xue Ning is talking to you, put your phone away for me."
