Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

She stepped back, but the young woman continued to approach.

Even as she huddled in the corner, she still clutched the rag doll tightly in her arms.

"Mom had no choice, Jiang Nianxi, please don't blame Mom. Mom did it for this family..."

Tears welled up in Qin Heyue's eyes.

But she raised her hand high.

"But she insulted you, she insulted my father!"

The little girl suddenly cried out loudly.

She called my mother a prostitute...

"They say...they say I don't have a father because I was born from my mother's affair with another man..."

"Shouldn't I have hit her!"

"..."

The clothes rack in Qin Heyue's hand hovered in mid-air, remaining motionless for a long time.

"How dare she insult me? How dare she insult you and Dad? I'm going to hit her!"

The little girl gripped the doll's hand tightly, tears streaming down her face.

She choked up, she screamed.

At such a young age, he uttered the most vicious words.

"I want to kill her! She insulted me, she insulted my family, she deserves to die! She deserves to die!"

"..."

Sometimes, it is difficult to judge whether a person is inherently good or evil.

Because there is no absolute good, nor is there absolute evil.

With moral standards, there is a corresponding distinction between good and evil.

Humans are shaped by their environment.

Unless there is a genetic defect, no one is born evil.

Similarly, people determine their future good or evil during the process of growing up.

The evil you do as a child doesn't necessarily mean you'll be evil as an adult.

Being good does not necessarily mean growing up to be a virtuous person.

But some people are growing.

But there will always be those who get hurt, and they will never grow.

Trapped by the malice surrounding them.

The mind is forever trapped, unable to break free.

Jiang Nianxi still got beaten up.

Two red, swollen marks remained on her thin arms.

After hitting her, Qin Heyue threw away the clothes hanger, knelt on the ground, and hugged the little girl, crying bitterly.

Jiang Nianxi was crying, and she was crying too.

The mother and daughter embraced, but only pain remained in the cramped rented room.

Perhaps, her husband's early death meant that Qin Heyue was destined to be unable to give Jiang Nianxi true maternal love.

the next day.

Qin Heyue could only take the young Jiang Nianxi to apologize to the other party.

With a humble attitude, Jiang Nianxi stood silently at the door, clutching the hem of her clothes, her head bowed and saying nothing.

After pleading for a while, the other parents reluctantly agreed to the compensation plan.

I lost more than three thousand.

In those days, this was Qin Heyue's salary for several months of hard work.

Without cash, I have to borrow it.

She borrowed from her colleagues and then from her family.

Why can guilty people receive compensation with a smug look on their faces?

Why should innocent people who fight back be burdened with debt and forced to live a life of humiliation?

Little Jiang Nianxi couldn't understand it.

She felt frustrated.

She hated it.

Looking at those distorted faces, she wished she could take a knife and stab all the people who had hurt her and her mother to death.

But she could only grit her teeth until her fingernails dug her palms until they bled.

That year, Jiang Nianxi was in the third grade.

Perhaps, only those who commit violence can move forward.

Those who are bullied are destined to be trapped in the shadow left by their bullies for the rest of their lives.

The future will not be better.

That's just how the world is.

We must fight for it, and hold on tight no matter what.

Only then can you make yourself happy.

……

Yang An drifted off to sleep.

As Jiang Nianxi hummed the song line by line, she gradually fell asleep.

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

Relax, don't think about anything.

It felt like going back to my childhood, when I was still in swaddling clothes.

Mom hugged me and rocked me gently.

One sentence at a time.

Singing the most childish lullaby.

A lullaby passed down from my mother's mother.