Chapter 14 Who is the Sender?

"Teacher, can't you see that this is a person?" Lian Xinying explained calmly.

"What kind of person is this? So ugly."

"Yan Ye. In my heart, this is what he looks like," Lian Xinying said casually, taking the paper off the easel, "If I have the chance, I'll give it to him."

The art teacher's mouth twitched, "Why would Yan Ye send you to the art academy?"

She had no basic skills at all, and the art teacher was very worried.

"Teacher, why don't you ask him for me? I really don't know," Lian Xinying's displayed confusion grew even more intense.

The art teacher took a deep breath to calm down.

This was the worst student she had ever taught.

But the compensation from Yan Ye was good, so she could only teach with patience.

"Not knowing is okay, since you've chosen this path, you should..."

"Teacher, I'm not sure about going to the art academy yet," Lian Xinying spoke evenly, "As long as I earn enough for college tuition, I can choose my own school."

"Then..."

"I want to take a nap. Let's talk after I wake up," Lian Xinying said as she lowered her gaze, rubbing her temples with one hand.

She hadn't slept well last night, and she had been running around all morning.

Both her body and spirit were battered, leaving her complexion pale and haggard.

Lian Xinying returned to her room and lay down on the bed, staring blankly at her phone screen.

Who on earth killed her dad?

Why was there no warning?

Her fingers automatically unlocked the screen and opened the call log.

After her father left, her phone received many calls, mainly from acquaintances, teachers, and childhood friends... Her fingers kept scrolling through the call log, with a firm belief in her heart. Before choosing to take his own life, her father must have had some attachment, right?

Eventually, she found it, an incoming call around ten o'clock on the evening of June 7th that she had missed.

It was from her father, but she hadn't answered.

She knew her father wouldn't leave without saying a word. It's just that, not having answered the call, she still didn't know why her father had chosen to leave in that way.

Lying on the bed, her fists were clenched tight, her heart throbbing with pain.

She closed her eyes, yet tears slid down from the corners.

Moments later, the phone rang.

She trembled and quickly grabbed the phone to answer.

"Is this Lian Xinying? There's a package for you. I'm currently at the east gate of the school..."

"A package? I haven't bought anything. Could you please check who the sender is for me?" Lian Xinying wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and got out of bed as she spoke.

It's a bit far from here to the school.

"The sender is... Lian Jie," the delivery man said. On the other end, Lian Xinying's phone dropped to the floor.

She virtually sprinted down the stairs, with tear streaks glistening on her face, a profound sorrow in her appearance, yet her lips seemed to be curving upwards.

Lian Xinying had the driver take her to the school.

After smoothly receiving the package from the security room at school, Lian Xinying returned home.

All the way, she held the package as if in a trance, motionless.

The driver occasionally glanced at her, feeling some sympathy.

So young, yet facing the destruction of her home and the death of her loved ones.

Even if her father did have issues and committed suicide out of guilt, she was innocent.

It wasn't long after Lian Xinying returned to her room that her phone rang again.

"Xinying, it's your Uncle Zhao. I've been busy dealing with your dad's affairs these past days and haven't had the chance to give you a call. Are you doing okay?"