Friday, Yuanyue Academy, noon, clear weather.

In the shopping street, Yan Huan was biting into a croissant, his eyes fixed intently on his phone, his gaze flickering as if a thousand thoughts were dancing in his mind.

"All the assignments are done, responsibilities for the student council's cultural festival are starting to be distributed, and the paperwork has been submitted to the Student Affairs Office..."

He put down his phone, carefully organizing the tasks completed and those not yet finished. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Once he had almost handled everything related to school, he closed his emails and opened his memo pad.

After ticking off yesterday's notes like "Meeting Spencer and Miyake Sensei" and "Submit the public expenses to An Le"...

He hesitated for a few seconds before adding a new memo,

"Bai Yi, high-table dinner."

Although yesterday afternoon he was merely spying on Sakuragi for more information, he inadvertently made some contact with Bai Yi.

She seemed quite interested in the high-table dinner, which Yan Huan noted.

But the problem was, the high-table dinner dance only had one song, meaning he could only choose one female partner to dance with.

For Yan Huan, it seemed better not to dance at all, at least it felt safer.

Perhaps he should think about how to respond if Bai Yi invited him?

Anyway...

Yan Huan's gaze returned to today's memo pad.

There, a reminder for "Ye Shiyu, Jinxiu Production, club building fifth floor, Sewing Club" at twelve-thirty was glowing red, urging Yan Huan to move quickly.

"Really, can't catch a break..."

Seeing this, Yan Huan sighed, stuffed the remaining croissant into his mouth in two bites, finished the coffee nearby, and got up to head toward the club building.

"Chirp, chirp..."

The birds on the branches were hopping back and forth in the shadows between the trees as Yan Huan also met the equally hurried Mori Yana under the club building,

"President Yan, you're here!"

"What a coincidence... did you run here from the cafeteria?"

"Yes, yes!"

Yan Huan waited for her, full of energy, to catch up, before heading inside the club building with her,

"Senior Sister Ye seems to already be waiting for us in the classroom, not sure if we've kept her waiting..."

"Did she tell you that?"

"Yes, I found out while eating. Worried she'd wait too long, I quickly shoveled down my meal and came over..."

Mori Yana, feeling slightly embarrassed, scratched the back of her head as she spoke.

However, hearing this, Yan Huan raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked,

"Has Sister Shiyu been chatting with you a lot lately?"

"Yes!"

At this mention, Mori Yana's eyes lit up.

She touched her chest, with a look of having verified her guess, and told Yan Huan,

"Someone like Senior Sister Ye, who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, really becomes enthusiastic once online!

"Thinking about it, she always seems aloof, but could it be that she's masking it due to social anxiety or something?

"Come to think of it, aside from President Yan, I may be one of the few who deeply connects with Senior Sister Ye!"

Mori Yana held her cheeks with a happy expression, and Yan Huan's mouth twitched slightly in response.

This kid is completely immersed in her own world, better not to disturb her.

However...

As she said, Yan Huan indeed found it a bit surprising, so he asked,

"What do you usually chat about with Sister Shiyu, sewing?"

"Ah, that... I'm not very good in that area, I can't really talk about sewing with Senior Sister Ye. Our topics..."

Mori Yana, a little embarrassed, touched her hair and said to Yan Huan,

"Honestly, it's a bit embarrassing, but mostly I confide in Senior Sister Ye about family troubles, and she always comforts and guides me...

"Maybe it's because Senior Sister Ye and I have similar family backgrounds, so we have a lot to talk about."

Family, huh...

So, most likely, like Ye Shiyu, she was raised in a single-parent family by her mother?

"But, sometimes, I feel what Senior Sister Ye says is a bit... strange,"

"Strange?"

Yan Huan took a glance at the naïve and innocent profile of the girl beside him as she held her phone, repeating the words Ye Shiyu had said to her.

After listening to it all, Yan Huan showed an expression of "not surprised at all."

That's exactly the kind of thing Ye Shiyu would say.

"What do you think about it?"

"I... I don't know, maybe Senior Sister Ye is right, but... I always feel something is off, and it's still bothering me..."

Hearing this, Yan Huan raised an eyebrow, unsurprised at all.

Just then, they arrived at the Sewing Club's door, where the conversation would be inevitably interrupted.

But before raising his hand to knock, Yan Huan paused slightly to tell Mori Yana,

"Finding the right answer might be hard, but recognizing an incorrect one isn't that difficult... you can do it."

"Eh?"

Mori Yana was slightly stunned, staring at Yan Huan, standing still.

But at this moment, Yan Huan said nothing further, instead turning to face the door.

Even though he knew Ye Shiyu was most likely inside, he gently knocked and greeted,

"Pardon the intrusion."

Upon opening the door, the spacious Sewing Club activity room unfolded before Yan Huan's eyes.

The open window in the classroom faced the door, allowing the bright sunlight from outside to illuminate the unlit room.

In that quiet room stood a tall girl with long black hair, her back to Yan Huan and silhouetted against the light, in front of a draped piece of silk.