Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Yang An, you should know that I'm the kind of person who gets stuck on things. I won't give up easily, even if it means resorting to any means necessary."

"..."

play hard.

Yang An slumped in the corner, his eyes vacant.

"You can treat me however you want, as long as you don't involve anyone else..."

I'll just bear the pain alone.

Anyway, all of this started because of me.

If I hadn't made the wrong choice back then, things wouldn't have come to this.

It's all my fault.

One should personally repay one's own debts.

"Yang An, think it through!" Su Lingyi trembled as she picked up her phone, spilling sauce on the screen. She didn't care about getting her expensive clothes dirty and wiped it off with her sleeve.

Until I could see the phone screen clearly again.

She took a deep breath and tried to use a gentle tone.

"You know, I like you... but don't rush to leave me. If you can't stand that woman, I really can help you."

"No."

"Why, why?"

"Don't go looking for her. Whether I leave or not, and what choice I make, has absolutely nothing to do with Jiang Nianxi."

"Are you favoring her?"

"..."

If you don't want Su Lingyi to vent her emotions on that stupid woman.

Perhaps it's bias.

Yang An thought to himself.

But more than anything, besides atonement, it was about liberating oneself.

I originally thought I'd stall for time first.

However, it seems that we haven't waited until a better solution is available.

I broke down first...

It doesn't matter anymore.

I'll bear all the consequences and all the retaliation myself.

He never believed that Jiang Nianxi could withstand Su Lingyi's background.

If he really left, he knew he would feel guilty towards that foolish woman.

Let's consider it my final act of kindness to avoid causing trouble for the other party.

"Su Lingyi, I know that saying this is also very unfair to you, but... the only reason I said those things that day was to ask you to let me go."

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"Whether it's you or Jiang Nianxi, whether it's forced or not, I won't choose either of them, do you understand?"

"But..." Su Lingyi said anxiously.

"No buts. We were classmates, and I really hope we can part ways amicably. I know you like me, of course I know."

Yang An's index finger slid a misty trail across the smooth wall.

"I'm so tired... I can't respond to you all, really, I'm so tired, I feel like I'm dying..."

"No! Don't do anything rash. If you really don't want to, we can take it slow."

On the other side, Su Lingyi stood up anxiously.

She sensed something was off about the person on the other end of the phone.

Pressuring us too hard now could lead to a major mistake.

What if... what if...

She liked Yang An, and she didn't want anything to happen to him.

"I can give you time. Take your time to think it over. Don't rush to reject me. Six months, no, no, a year is fine too."

"I'm so tired..."

"Yang An, I won't force you anymore. Yang An, are you even listening to me?"

She called out anxiously.

But the other end of the phone was like a dead person, with no response whatsoever.

Upon closer inspection, the call had already ended.

In desperation, Su Lingyi had no choice but to bite her lip and call the person she hated.

"Beep...beep..."

Dial-up is always a real pain.

Waiting, waiting, and waiting some more.

After trying once without success, Su Lingyi tried a second time.

It finally went through this time.

Who are you?

On the phone, Jiang Nianxi's distant voice was mixed with some noise.

Ding ding ding.

It looks like she's chopping vegetables.

Without thinking twice, Su Lingyi asked, "Where's Yang An? How is he?"

"?"

"Say something, Jiang Nianxi!"

"..."

Neuropathy.

Jiang Nianxi put the cleaver aside on the cutting board, glanced at the lit phone, and felt completely bewildered.

To be honest, the feeling of having someone else eye your private property is really...

I got angry for no reason.

"My baby is doing very well, you don't need to worry about him."

As she said this, she peeked into the living room.

On the sofa, Yang An held a water glass, staring blankly out the window, seemingly unharmed.

"...Is he home?"

"Ms. Su, you seem to be meddling a bit too much."

"No, I just, I just..."

On the other end of the phone, Su Lingyi was so anxious she was about to cry.

However, the only good news is that Yang An is alright.

"Alright, have you forgotten what I told you the other day?"

Jiang Nianxi didn't have the patience to waste any more time; she still needed to cook.

"you……"

The effect was immediate despite being just a few words.

Su Lingyi choked, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"Oh."

In the end, all that could be left was a cold, indifferent laugh before hanging up the phone.

As long as Yang An is alright, that's all that matters.

It's good that you're alright...

As for the rest, it doesn't matter anymore.

Su Lingyi picked up the fork that had fallen to the ground and put it back on the table.

This was the first time she had ever received so much negative emotion from Yang An over the phone.

It's inevitable to feel anxious and fearful.

reject……

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about?"

The rice has just started steaming; it will take a while longer.

However, the vegetables have already been chopped, so all we need to do is wait quietly.

When Jiang Nianxi had some free time, she walked out of the kitchen and sat down next to Yang An with light steps.

She was still wearing an apron, and in addition to the scent of jasmine, there was a faint, strange smell mixed in with her body.

It's strange in a way that's hard to explain.

It tastes like a mixture of green vegetables and garlic.

It also has a slightly fishy smell, like raw meat.

It's hard to describe.

Yang An sniffed twice, his thoughts instantly pulled back to reality by the smell of cooking.

"What are you thinking about? Tell me," Jiang Nianxi asked with a smile, resting her chin on her hand.

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "I wasn't thinking about anything."

"Then just stare blankly outside."

"I'm thinking about something."

"Look, you just said you weren't thinking about anything."

Jiang Nianxi pretended to be angry and pointed out his flaw.

In fact, even Yang An himself was stunned.

He didn't know why he said those two sentences.

"Go wash your hands quickly, dinner is coming soon."

Jiang Nianxi gently stroked his hair, then got up and left.

The air was filled with a faint aroma of food, which whetted the appetite.

I usually have a great appetite at this time of day.

But for some reason...

Yang An turned his gaze back to the window and opened his mouth.

That familiar sense of oppression seems to have returned.

In the daily brainwashing, in the soil of constant numbness, it sprouts and takes root.

Perhaps staying here would be more than just numbness.

"..."

Several birds flew past the window, taking away the winter wind, but leaving the pain forever in this small world.

If people don't live for themselves, then for whom do they live?

If all the pain could be recorded on paper, it would dissipate.

Those who engage in literature are probably the happiest.