Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 381 - 394: Stellar Trajectories

But, she was already late in calling out, as Han very affectionately hugged Jue.

In the moment he was hugged, Jue unexpectedly calmed down miraculously, staring at Han’s face with eyes that seemed lost in thought. The two children were very close, one chubby and adorably soft, the other slim and small with a cold expression, yet standing together, they unexpectedly exuded a strange harmony, as if they were meant to be together from birth.

Han’s face still had smudges from playing with building blocks, and he smiled openly at Jue: "Do you want to come and play in my secret castle? I’ve piled the blocks really high, with warriors, and a big demon..."

Jue looked at him with a cold demeanor.

Full of enthusiasm, Han continued: "That big demon is really bad, I sent warriors to defeat him..."

Jue continued to look at him coldly.

Watching the exuberant Han and the expressionless Jue, the surrounding adults couldn’t help but want to hold their heads. How could these two children manage to get along? Forming a connection? It could only be described as a miracle.

After talking animatedly for a while, Han finally realized: "Jue, why aren’t you talking to me? Don’t you like my castle? What do you like to play? Let’s play together."

Jue continued to look at him with the usual coldness.

Su Xingyu finally couldn’t bear it anymore and softly said to Han, "Jue... brother, is not feeling well and doesn’t like to talk, plus he just arrived today and is already very tired. Han, let’s take him to rest, okay? His room is next to yours, you can help us take him upstairs to the room."

She pondered that Han should call Jue brother.

After all, Han’s age is publicly stated as two and a half, while Jue is three.

Upon hearing this, Han felt a bit disappointed; he had been bored in the villa for days and finally met a companion of the same age, yet he didn’t like to talk. What to do? But in an instant, he cheered up; regardless, Jue coming to accompany him was already awesome. He showed a smiley face to Jue and said, "I’ll take you to your room."

As he spoke, he took Jue’s hand and led him upstairs.

Strangely, Jue, who usually disliked being touched, did not resist.

Lu Shifeng felt amazed but even more convinced that bringing Jue here was the right thing to do. At least Xingyu and Han could coax that child, which was not a bad thing for him.

As for Zhuang Heng...

Lu Shifeng glanced indifferently at the empty space behind him. He had persuaded Zhuang Heng half by placating and half by force to leave, and needed to limit her visits to Jue since Xingyu didn’t like her.

Han led Jue forward, while several adults followed grandly behind.

Soon they arrived at the room specially prepared for Jue, all the furnishings were identical to when Jue was with Zhuang Heng.

The walls and floors were covered with sheets of intricate drawings, even blocking quite a bit of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Just a glance made Su Xingyu feel dizzy. She reproachfully said to Lu Shifeng, "How can you let a child live in such an environment?"

So complex, so dark, so oppressive.

Unlike Han’s room next door, which was filled with Spider-Man models and Superman figurines, resembling what a normal child’s room should look like.

Unexpectedly, Lu Shifeng said, "Jue likes these; he can stare at them all day long."

"Doesn’t anyone play with him all day?!" Su Xingyu was outraged.

Lu Shifeng’s voice held a hint of bitterness: "You know he has a condition. He doesn’t care about the people around him; he only cares whether these drawings are taken away."

He had tried to play with him, but the child didn’t regard him and would scream and shout if he disrupted the child’s immersion in the world of those drawings.

Sometimes Lu Shifeng wondered if he were shot dead in front of the child, would the child still remain indifferent?

Su Xingyu didn’t see the defeat in his eyes; she just felt sorry for the child.

She crouched down and softly asked the child, "Jue, what are you looking at?"

The child indifferently lowered his head, staring at the crumpled drawing in his hand without even granting a glance. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Han also leaned in, curiously asking: "Jue Jue, what exactly are you looking at?"

This time, Jue even ignored Han, completely immersed in his own world.

Han felt aggrieved, his little mouth flattening as he was about to cry.

Lu Shifeng was afraid his son would really make Han cry, causing Su Xingyu to blame him, so he quickly replied for Jue, answering the overly curious Han, "He’s looking at some diagrams on star trajectories and particle motion. Do you like them, Han?"

The little guy looked at him blankly, then at the diagrams, shook his head in confusion.

Su Xingyu was secretly shocked: star trajectories and particle motion?

"Are all these drawings related to science and not random scribbles?"

"They’re copied from the database at Hanyu Research Center," Lu Shifeng said, "they’re basic trajectories in physics. Jue is naturally fascinated by these. If you can’t calm him down, just tear a part of these drawings and give him a pen and paper to complete them. He’s probably not only autistic but also compulsive."

Su Xingyu: "..."

At her feet, the wildly curious Han had rushed into his room to fetch a pen and paper, and started drawing based on the drawing in Jue’s hand. Su Xingyu glanced at it, a crooked mess, almost unbearable to look at.

"Han..." She felt a bit embarrassed for the little guy; maybe she’d raised him to be too silly.

The adorably foolish Han blinked innocently and continued to draw diligently.

He scribbled many strokes like gibberish, then enthusiastically handed it to Jue: "Jue Jue, do you think what I drew looks like? Are star trajectories stars that can move? Do you think the stars I drew are cute?"

"Han..." Su Xingyu wished she could pretend not to know him.

Han blinked, eagerly awaiting Jue’s response.

The cold Jue silently shifted his position, avoiding the scribbles thrust in front of him.

Unwilling to give up, Han continued to pester him: "Look, look."

"Han..." Su Xingyu felt utterly powerless, didn’t he see others were unwilling to respond to him? Might as well let him be silly.

Lu Shifeng also silently glanced at Han’s abstract artwork, paused, and said: "Showing Jue this kind of thing is useless; he doesn’t consider what you drew as the same kind of thing."

Saying this, Lu Shifeng also crouched down, took the pen and paper from Han’s hand, and quickly sketched the outline of the drawing Jue held. His fingers were long and steady, creating straight, precise lines as if made by a computer.

Then, he took the drawing from Jue’s hand and replaced it with the outline he had drawn.