Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"I...I'm just an ordinary person."

Yang An instinctively avoided eye contact, defending himself: "I can't give you anything... I can't give you anything at all..."

As the topic shifted, he couldn't help but think about why Jiang Nianxi had fallen for him.

After calming down a bit, Yang An was somewhat dazed.

"So, what do you like about me...?"

He couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't possibly figure it out on his own.

After hearing these words, Jiang Nianxi tilted her head back and stared blankly at the round light above her head.

Reason?

So, liking someone requires a reason to back it up?

After a long while, just as Yang An's Adam's apple bobbed and he tried to move his numb arm slightly, a melancholy female voice came from beside him.

"I like it... I don't know..."

"Huh?" He paused, then asked again. "You don't know?"

"Hehe... It's hard to explain. Why do you think I like you?"

Jiang Nianxi smiled and threw the question back at her.

"Is it... because I saved you that day?"

"Maybe."

"What do you mean by 'maybe'? Give a definite answer."

"...If I had to come up with a reason I could say, I think it would be that you're cleaner, and...it's for my own good?"

Jiang Nianxi counted them carefully, her fingers as white as jade.

She didn't like Yang An right away.

Getting to know someone takes time and patience.

As for Yang An, her impression of him, besides being clean, seemed to be... similar.

It's very similar to myself, with a vague shadow of myself in it.

Rather than saying she admired Yang An back then, it's more accurate to say...

She was admiring her reflection in the mirror through Yang An.

Deep down, there's that lonely self.

After that... after that, she confessed to Yang An for the first time, though it wasn't really about liking him.

There was no romantic relationship between them.

She felt that perhaps some of the girls she liked were just not good at expressing themselves.

Even stronger than liking someone is the fear of losing Yang An, this other "self".

She can tolerate the other person's rejection, but she cannot accept their distance.

If a boyfriend and girlfriend can be a chain that binds two isolated islands, then that's not necessarily a bad thing.

"That's all?"

"And also, cuteness... principledness... respect for others... and sincerity."

The closer the memories got, the more points Jiang Nianxi could think of.

A year of senior year in high school, half a year of university.

She is getting closer and getting to know him.

Liking something is no longer an abstract concept, something unreal or superficial, but gradually solidifies into something tangible, something you can see, touch, and articulate.

She likes Yang An.

There can be many reasons.

There can also be no reason at all.

That doesn't matter.

There is only one key point.

"I like it, that's enough, it's none of your business."

"..."

Obsession and control are not necessarily love.

But Jiang Nianxi thought that true, inseparable love must contain elements of obsession and control.

restraint?

If love requires restraint, distance, and a sense of separation.

What's the point of talking about love then?

If you love him, you should give him the best and have no secrets or hidden agendas between you.

Love without privacy, love without distance—that is truly eternal love.

(No positive guidance on values)

"Get out... let me calm down."

Yang An swallowed hard, his face pale, and turned his head to the side.

He dared not look at the woman by the bed any longer.

"Do you want some peace and quiet?"

"Um……"

"Okay, I'll come back later. You get some sleep, it's almost three o'clock."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nianxi did not show much reluctance.

She carried her small handbag and slowly walked out of the ward.

Before leaving, he turned around and lingered for one last look.

That look in his eyes was deep, flirtatious, and unfathomable.

Once the door was completely closed, the footsteps outside gradually returned to normal.

Yang An then collapsed.

He braved the heavy rain to come looking for someone, only to find out it was just... his phone had fallen into the sewer.

Luck is probably more of a complex and indescribable feeling.

He didn't know how to describe his current state.

Rather than getting caught up in this emotional whirlpool, he decided to selectively forget today's memories first...

By the way, it seems like none of the food on that big table at home has been touched.

This Lunar New Year's Eve was truly a chaotic mess.

Before we knew it, it was already the morning of the next day.

New Year's Day.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Yang An was still sound asleep when there was a knock on his ward.

Clearly, knocking is just a notification.

When Yang An woke up and opened his eyes, Jiang Nianxi had already pushed open the door and walked to the bedside.

I was carrying a bag of fruit, and the aroma of fried dough sticks filled the air.

Did you sleep well last night?

She put the fruit aside, opened the bag containing breakfast, and asked softly as she inserted the straw into the soy milk.

Yang An touched the thing stuck to his head; the tingling, stinging sensation made him more awake.

He replied, "It's alright."

His gaze shifted to the fried dough stick the woman was offering to her mouth, and the soy milk in her hand, and he couldn't help but frown.

And, on her stunningly beautiful face, there were relatively light dark circles under her eyes.

"Didn't you sleep last night?"

Jiang Nianxi simply smiled and held the fried dough stick to his lips, gesturing for him to open his mouth first.

She took a bite or two before speaking slowly and deliberately.

"OK."

"Why aren't you asleep?"

"I had a lot to do. After leaving last night, I went home to prepare the food. It's just a pity I didn't get to have New Year's Eve dinner..."

Jiang Nianxi paused for a moment, then suddenly broke into a smile.

It was as if she had remembered something fun.

Now it was Yang An's turn to be completely bewildered: "What are you laughing at? This is ridiculous."

After a while, Jiang Nianxi flicked his forehead with her slender fingers.

The force was just right.

"I'm laughing at you for being such a fool. There's such a big table of food, and you haven't even taken a bite since I haven't been back for so long. I'm going to let you starve to death."

"...Didn't you tell me I couldn't sneak food?"

"Ha, you're obedient now. Why weren't you this obedient before?"

"I, I..."

After a few words, Yang An's face was visibly heating up.

It felt as if it were being burned by fire.

This woman is insane.

They had one face when they had a conflict, but now they have a completely different face.

He will be punished if he disobeys.

He obeyed, but ended up being laughed at for no reason.

No, does he look funny?

"Okay, okay, lean back a little. You must be starving. Let's have breakfast first."

Jiang Nianxi smiled and easily changed the subject.

The night is so long, how long can it take to prepare a meal?

From the time I returned to the hospital from home until I just went out to buy breakfast.

She had actually been quietly staying by Yang An's bedside the whole time.

So as not to disturb the other person's rest, she asked for a small stool from the nurses' station and sat quietly by the bed.