Shen You’an has been orphaned since childhood and lived with her uncle and aunt. This is hardly a secret at Lanya High School.
She recalls the last ti Helian Yu ca to Lanya High School’s auditorium to give a speech; Shen You’an had ntioned in front of the crowd that her father was a firefighter who heroically sacrificed his life while saving others during a firefighting mission.
People gossip behind her back about her background, as if being an orphan makes one inherently inferior. But do those people even realize? Shen You’an’s veins run with the blood of a hero, nobler by a thousand, ten thousand tis than theirs.
Shen You’an rarely ntions her parents, but she treasures their photos so dearly. She must miss them deeply in her heart.
Soone as strong as her, who always keeps her emotions hidden—does she secretly cry in silent monts at night, overco by yearning?
Gao Yuyue, who grew up adored and spoiled by her parents, cannot envision such a scenario. Yet, she can empathize, and this makes her want to protect Shen You’an even more.
She recalls a post from the school’s forum exposing Shen You’an, claiming her mother had cognitive disabilities and wasn’t a normal person—an attempt to use this private detail to attack Shen You’an.
Even though the administrator quickly deleted the post, it had already spread among the students. However, no one dared to bring it up in front of Shen You’an.
The woman in the photo earlier, that was Shen You’an’s mother. If her father was fierce sunlight, then her mother was the delicate dew of dawn. Her life, while brief, used a pure and glistening soul to bloom a life far more brilliant and spectacular than any flower.
And Shen You’an was the perfect crystal of their love.
Gao Yuyue knelt on the ground, looking at Shen You’an earnestly. "There’s a study overseas suggesting that the more deeply parents love each other, the more beautiful their children are. I don’t know the reason behind it, but An’an, your parents must have loved each other very much."
That’s how they could have given birth to soone as intelligent, beautiful, and exceptional as Shen You’an. Surely their spirits in heaven are comforted by this.
Shen You’an’s fingers lightly brushed over the faces of the man and woman in the photograph, her expression a tenderness Gao Yuyue had never seen before.
"Do you believe in the existence of parallel worlds?" Shen You’an suddenly asked softly.
Gao Yuyue froze, startled. "Parallel worlds? I rember attending a physics enrichnt class in middle school, and the physics teacher told us about parallel worlds. Renowned physicists like Hawking and Makoto Kakuda are proponents of the parallel world theory. Overall, it seems like parallel worlds should exist, but current scientific thods can’t prove it—it’s still just a hypothesis. Hopefully, there’ll be breakthroughs in the future."
Gao Yuyue turned her head slightly and suddenly noticed a half-finished test paper with a book tucked underneath on the desk.
A sliver of cold wind crept in through the window crack, lifting the half-finished test paper on the desk, exposing the English book beneath it.
The title was a string of English words—and translated, it was *"In Search of Schrödinger’s Cat."*
This book talks about one of modern physics’ most challenging disciplines: quantum chanics.
It’s also one of the most classic works on quantum chanics theory. Though Gao Yuyue is average at physics, she knew about the reputation of this book.
Since the "parallel world" theory was first proposed by scientists in 1895, researchers have been studying it fervently for over a century. Today, scientists have finally found evidence of parallel world existence. One hypothesis stems from the "many-worlds interpretation" of quantum chanics.
The scientific community has proposed a famous experint called "Schrödinger’s Cat," along with physicist Fermi’s "Fermi Paradox" and Einstein’s contributions to quantum chanics—these theories collectively hint at the critical chanisms behind parallel space-ti, although everything remains just a daring conjecture from scientists.
That book, combined with Shen You’an’s previous question, sent an inexplicable chill crawling down Gao Yuyue’s spine.
Shen You’an’s intelligence was undoubtedly off-the-charts. Could it be that her private research on parallel worlds was rely a hobby?
No, it shouldn’t be so simple.
"I believe parallel worlds exist," Shen You’an said softly.
"In that world, they would love each other for a lifeti, growing old together."
A child who is loving and excellent, grandchildren gathered joyfully around, sharing familial bliss—a life so smooth and fulfilling.
That world must exist. It must.
Just give a bit more ti.
Gao Yuyue did not notice the mountain-deep, ocean-heavy determination in Shen You’an’s downcast gaze. She only felt that this version of Shen You’an carried a hint of fear, like grains of sand slipping rapidly through her fingers—as if the world itself, this very mont, hovered uncertainly between reality and fantasy.
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