Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

And now, its owner is sitting in front of the dressing table, holding an eyebrow pencil.

One stroke, one stroke.

Outline the eyebrows like flowing clouds.

The reflection in the mirror showed a pale face due to blood loss.

Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and she wore light lipstick.

A bewitching beauty.

The beauty of tonight is reserved only for travelers returning home.

After finishing all this, Jiang Nianxi smiled at herself in the mirror.

Very beautiful.

She rarely wears makeup.

Because normally, putting on makeup can be a burden.

She stood up, turned off the bedroom light, and went to the living room.

The table was already laden with food.

It's 7 PM now.

There are five hours left until the end of the day.

The food was still warm, and its aroma filled the living room, making one's appetite even more whetted.

"Goodness..."

Jiang Nianxi sat on the sofa, murmuring softly.

The phone is full of intimate photos of the two of them in various scenes.

She tricked Yang An into taking the photos when she was still in her senior year of high school.

Two people from their student days: one with an awkward smile, the other with a bright and sunny disposition.

There are also group photos taken at the hotel.

Yang An's sleeping face was nestled in her arms, and she held up her phone, smiling lightly.

Love.

this is Love.

Intimate love, love that will never be separated.

They were bound together, ate together, slept together, and lived together.

Blood has mingled; no one can separate the two from their unified state.

To tear it apart, she has to die.

Including Yang An himself.

The clock hands turned, and it came to eight o'clock.

The security door remained tightly closed.

There were no familiar footsteps in the hallway.

Yang An misjudged Jiang Nianxi in one aspect: he underestimated her obsession.

She is rational.

But in his presence, only emotion remained.

What I say, I will definitely do.

Jiang Nianxi moved a stool from the next guest room and placed it on the sofa.

It's shaky when I stand up, and I lose my balance; I could easily fall.

However, it doesn't have much impact on knotting.

She stood there expressionless, holding the "rope" that had been prepared beforehand.

That was a "rope" made by cutting strips of cloth from Yang An's clothes and then connecting them together.

If... Yang An really doesn't come back.

That's settled then.

At least, it has that person's scent.

After hanging it up, I tied a slipknot to make sure that once the head was inside, it wouldn't come loose.

After completing all this, Jiang Nianxi sat down properly again.

Her gaze lingered on the security door, unable to snap out of her reverie for a long time.

Waiting for her lover.

……

Five hours ago.

"Yang An, I'm not criticizing you. I understand what you told me before... but it was indeed not a good thing, and Xiao Xi's actions were a bit excessive."

On the other end of the video call, Yang's mother sighed, her voice low and somber.

She knew her son's nature; he had always been gentle, and he wouldn't be so stubborn unless pushed to the extreme.

Although I don't know much about the specific details of the couple.

Yang An told her the general outline of the situation.

Matters of the heart cannot be decided by reason.

The stream has become like that...

"If you really decide not to be with Xiaoxi anymore, that's fine too. Mom respects your wishes. But it would be good if you came back and comforted her. It's not appropriate for you to just leave without saying a word."

"Those photos... Mom sent them to you too. Xiaoxi is very upset. I tried to persuade her to come back and visit, even if it's just for the sake of the people who took care of you before."

"If there's anything wrong, just say it clearly. That's how your mother always taught you."

"..."

Yang An stared at his mother's wrinkled face on the phone screen, remaining silent for a long time.

Responsibility, commitment...

Or escape.

Each choice seems simple.

But actually making a choice is harder than climbing to heaven.

On the one hand, there is the long-awaited freedom.

On the other hand, there is the shadow that cannot be escaped.

He has been enjoying this kind of life for the past two weeks.

Even for him, delivering food every day was already a novel experience.

Should we go back to that cage built with love?

My father didn't make a video call, but he sent many messages.

Without exception, they all advised him to go back and appease Jiang Nianxi first.

But if I go back, will I really be able to come out again?

"..."

Selfishness is human nature.

I won't be selfish to everyone, nor will I be selfless to everyone.

He wanted to live for himself.

But another living being was threatening his soul.

Either you choose freedom, or you carry the burden of guilt for a lifetime.

If Jiang Nianxi really dies, she will also have to bear the psychological pressure of being accused of indirect murder.

Either go back and embrace the love you've always longed for.

He sacrificed himself to ensure the happiness of everyone else.

"..."

He clenched his teeth so tightly that his nails almost dug into the flesh of his palms.

It seems that only brief pain can relieve psychological stress.

Perhaps, from the moment I met Jiang Nianxi.

Nothing is accidental.

It was simply fate.

Perhaps this is how one's life trajectory is defined from beginning to end.

It will not give anyone a choice.

Because it was already predetermined.

His conscience, his morality, his unease and guilt.

All of this was the result of nineteen years of groundwork laid for this one play.

I am certain that he will inevitably reach that predetermined outcome.

"I understand, Mom..."

The video call ended.

Yang An felt as if all his strength had been drained, and collapsed onto the narrow and hard bed.

He tried to breathe deeply, but felt as if his lungs were blocked.

Something is stuck in my throat.

They can't get in, and they can't get out.

A daze, a hallucination.

He approached Jiang Nianxi's blurry face, drawing ever closer.

Even when you're very close, you still can't see clearly.

Only those beautiful, highly recognizable eyes.

It involved invasion and control.

A love I can't leave.

Maybe……

I should take my medicine now.

……

It's 9 PM.

The food has gone cold.

Jiang Nianxi was like a wooden doll; she hadn't moved or drunk any water for the past hour.

He just stared blankly.

The exquisite makeup is probably the best makeup I've ever worn in my life.

What is she thinking?

What will she think of when she inadvertently sees the rope circle hanging above her head?

No one will know this moment.

will never.

If it were a stone sculpture, that wouldn't be a problem either.

There is no emotion, no loneliness, and no heart.

It erodes itself through the passage of time, until it vanishes into nothingness.

The most valuable thing a person has in this world is their heart.

The least valuable thing is the heart.

You can give your heart to anyone, and you can also fall in love with someone else.

But it's very difficult to give it to only one person.

Perhaps that person is on the train that's coming.

Perhaps that person thought she was joking and was still sound asleep in the rented room.

Tonight, no matter what you say, the pain will disappear.

Ok.

Jiang Nianxi closed her eyes, feeling a sense of relief.

correct.

Tonight, no matter the outcome, there will be no more pain.