Chapter 99 – The Yandere, Autistic Young Master’s Sister

The Yandere, Autistic Young Master’s Sister (28)

Lu Hanchuan raised his hand, and the shredded pieces scattered in the air, like his own shattered heart.

Xu Xinghe said nothing. She didn’t stop him.

But this appearance of complete indifference was what finally broke Lu Hanchuan.

He could no longer bear Xu Xinghe treating him so coldly. His heart ached with sharp, stabbing pains.

After a moment of silence, Xu Xinghe slowly asked the question that had been troubling her. “Brother Ah Chuan, do you love me?”

Xu Xinghe was tired of guessing. She could feel that Lu Hanchuan treated her differently, uniquely even.

But whenever she tried to take their relationship a step further, Lu Hanchuan would always pull back. His attitude was slowly chilling her heart.

[Yao Yao, maybe he doesn’t love me enough.]

Hearing his host’s slightly disappointed tone, the system was taken aback. His mechanical mind couldn’t understand human emotions. He could only analyze things for her from an objective perspective.

System: [Xing Xing, I don’t think that’s necessarily true. If he doesn’t love you, he wouldn’t care about someone else confessing to you.]

Xu Xinghe knew this perfectly well. But the fact that he was still choosing silence was exhausting her.

“Never mind, I understand.” Xu Xinghe broke the silence, her voice cold.

Just as she was about to walk past him, Lu Hanchuan reached ou t his hand. In the end, he still didn’t dare to grab her hand. He could only watch her retreating figure.

Xu Xinghe left the school after saying this. She couldn’t bear to finish the day’s classes.

Lu Hanchuan still stood stubbornly in place. The cold wind blew the stray hairs against his cheek. A glistening tear slowly slid down until it disappeared.

“Love…”

A voice so soft it was nearly inaudible faded away with the cold wind.

…

Xu Xinghe returned to the Lu Manor alone. She told the maids not to call her for dinner and went to her room.

Lying on the big bed, her mind kept replaying fragments of their time together, including Lu Hanchuan holding her while she ate, and him bravely protecting her.

She scratched her head in frustration. Was that little crybaby crying again?

Thinking about it, she felt drowsy and gradually fell asleep.

Not long after, Lu Hanchuan also returned to the manor. He seemed not to hear the maids’ greetings as he went upstairs.

He stood silently outside Xu Xinghe’s door for who knows how long.

Xu Xinghe slept dreamlessly until morning. She had a nagging feeling that someone had been watching her while she slept.

The gaze wasn’t malicious. It was clingy, stuck to every part of her.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts, got out of bed, and went barefoot to the bathroom. The floors had been covered in cashmere rugs years ago by Lu Hanchuan.

So she was used to not wearing shoes in the room.

After washing up, she reached for the door.

She tried it. It wouldn’t open?

Xu Xinghe tried several more times, not believing it. Sure enough, the door had been locked from the outside.

Xu Xinghe didn’t need to think about who had done it. She wasn’t angry. In fact, she was a little happy.

…

Lu Hanchuan was downstairs in the kitchen preparing Xing Xing’s breakfast, but he was clearly distracted.

He had already sent all the maids away. Right now, only he and Xing Xing were in the entire manor. The thought excited him, but also scared him.

In his hands, he carried the little bunny-shaped buns that Xing Xing loved most, along with freshly squeezed soy milk. Standing before this door, Lu Hanchuan could already imagine Xing Xing’s angry face.

But he didn’t regret it…

Lu Hanchuan’s hands trembled as he took out the key and unlocked the door. Only a dim night light was on inside, but Lu Hanchuan could see well in the dark.

He immediately spotted Xing Xing sitting on the edge of the bed. She was wearing her white camisole nightgown, her long black hair draped over her shoulders, and she was motionless.

He set the breakfast down on the table in front of her, then crouched before Xing Xing and tightly held her hands.

Feeling how cold they were, Lu Hanchuan’s brows gradually furrowed. He picked up the blanket next to him and draped it over her shoulders.

“Why?”