Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

I lived in a daze, each day feeling like an eternity.

This is the most accurate portrayal of Yang An over the past month.

Unlike before, I'm no longer living in a daze.

This sense of bewilderment stems from a feeling of meaninglessness.

Jiang Nianxi's care was too comprehensive, and her control was too strict.

Yang An could clearly sense that something was wrong with his mental state.

Distracted, absent-minded, and persistently depressed.

It's no longer something he can control subjectively.

Sometimes he wonders if it's really worth being tied down to a so-called video for the rest of his life.

Perhaps, nobody cares about his reputation at all.

Even without that video, given his current state, it would be difficult for him to find another woman.

Whether the video is posted or not seems to be of no concern to anyone.

He, Yang An, was just an insignificant ordinary person...

Or, we could just take advantage of Jiang Nianxi's absence and leave?

"..."

Yang An shuddered, looking at his trembling hands.

Why... am I a little reluctant to part with it?

Why...

After having this thought, do you find yourself instinctively resisting it?

It seems that even the word "escape" has become the most taboo subject in their hearts.

His subconscious told him that staying here was the best solution.

Jiang Nianxi was very good to him, really very good.

He can see the other person's true feelings and that the other person is genuinely making an effort.

Jiang Nianxi truly poured all her emotions into it.

Jiang Nianxi is serious.

But what am I thinking?

To leave or not to leave?

As long as he doesn't care about those videos, and since not many people do care anyway, his parents will definitely understand.

It's not like he can't live a life after his reputation is ruined.

At worst... at worst I can suspend my studies.

Most things left on the internet will disappear in a short time.

Lay low for a while, and give yourself some time.

But... what will happen to Jiang Nianxi after he leaves on his own?

She's clearly the culprit, so why would she think that way?

Yang An hit his head twice, and felt that everything in front of him was doubled.

He is lost.

I don't want to think about anything, but I want to figure everything out.

My head is throbbing.

It was as if everything around me was separated by a layer of glass; I could see it, but I couldn't touch it.

Everything seemed unreal.

No.

This can't be done...

He gritted his teeth, but to little avail.

"bump."

After bumping into the wall, Yang An felt his head spin, and while the pain was intense, he seemed to become much more alert.

"Goodness, what are you doing!"

Suddenly, a gasp came from behind, followed by the sound of a plate shattering.

Yang An paused for a moment, then turned around to look.

At the bedroom door, Jiang Nianxi stood there helplessly, with two bunches of grapes and shards of porcelain scattered on the ground.

Her eyes suddenly reddened.

"Good boy/girl."

She walked quickly to Yang An's side and hugged him tightly.

"What's wrong? You can tell me what's bothering you. How could you hurt yourself?"

She was afraid.

Yang An was not aware of anything.

But Jiang Nianxi saw it all clearly.

The bump just now has left a bump on my forehead.

The force was very strong.

She didn't know why Yang An, who was sitting peacefully in the bedroom, suddenly bumped into the wall.

But what she's more worried about now is that Yang An might do something drastic again.

She offered the gentlest and most tender comfort.

"What's wrong? Tell me everything, okay?"

"I……"

Yang An looked bewildered and subconsciously touched his forehead.

There was obvious swelling, and only at this point did the pain begin to creep in.

How did I just... bump into the wall?

"I'm fine, Jiang Nianxi, get up first..."

He tried to push Jiang Nianxi off him, but no matter how hard he tried, she wouldn't budge.

"do not leave Me……"

In the empty bedroom, sobbing seemed so out of place.

Jiang Nianxi cried.

Why is she crying?

Yang An's Adam's apple bobbed, and his turbid consciousness cleared completely.

The world seems real again.

He seems to be able to think again.

No, if you're going to cry, don't cry on me.

"Please, don't leave me, I'll die, I really will die..."

Jiang Nianxi said, her voice choked with emotion.

She vaguely recalled that summer, that entire field of roses.

Over the years, I have lost a lot, but I have also grown a lot.

All she wants is love.

As long as there is one person by your side, never to be separated, sharing the same bed in life and the same grave in death.

She has experienced too much abandonment, too much indifference, and too much malice.

If even Yang An is going to leave, then she really can't think of any reason for her to live.

"...I'm really fine, I just felt a little dizzy. You...you shouldn't cry, okay?"

Yang An sighed helplessly.

Who's really comforting whom?

It took Jiang Nianxi a long time to calm down.

She left without saying a word, and then silently returned.

I picked up the broken pieces of porcelain from the ground and dumped them into the trash can.

His eyes were still red, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Perhaps... I should leave.

That's the way to protect her.

Yang An stared at the departing figure, momentarily lost in thought.

My current state is a burden to both myself and Jiang Nianxi.

free……

The word "freedom" seems to have long since faded from my mind.

He does not crave freedom.

I don't crave freedom as much as I used to.

Leaving can bring salvation to both of them...

Jiang Nianxi's past smiles flashed through my mind like fragments.

She looks like she's wearing a dress, she looks like she's wearing short sleeves, and she even looks ridiculous when she insists on wearing his clothes...

By the river, on the bridge, on the sofa, in the park, side by side.

She took his hand, whether by force or voluntarily.

Fantasy and reality intertwine and break apart.

He recalled the first time they met; Jiang Nianxi was wearing a thick checkered scarf and her school uniform, and she looked him over curiously.

My name is Jiang Nianxi.

"..."

Indeed, whatever the reason, it's best to leave.

Videos and such don't seem to matter anymore.

Yang An lay back down and pulled the blanket over himself.

Looking at the empty ceiling, my thoughts drifted far away.

……

"Yang An, what... what did you say?"

Su Lingyi's hand trembled, and the fork with the beef stuck in it fell to the ground.

On the table, the phone still displays the interface of an unknown caller.

Meanwhile, Yang An hid in the bathroom and spoke in a low voice.

"I said, please let me go."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm so tired... Su Lingyi..."

"But, I, I..."

Su Lingyi's old habit has relapsed.

She can stand tall and proud in front of her competitors.

But once she meets someone she likes, she automatically turns into a stutterer if the situation isn't right.

With great difficulty, she gritted her teeth and managed to finish a whole sentence.