Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Or... we could try to knock Jiang Nianxi unconscious.

But the moment this idea popped into his head, it startled even Yang An himself.

They knocked Jiang Nianxi unconscious.

What a joke!

Let's not even talk about not having the right tools at hand.

Even if it really exists...

Yang An opened his eyes, slowly lowered his head, and looked at the woman sleeping soundly on his chest.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Long-term dependence, almost constant companionship.

It has already become a habit for him.

He wanted to escape.

But if you really want to knock them unconscious...

What if we accidentally kill him?

Yang An could feel his teeth chattering.

He tried to take deep breaths to ease his inner tension.

But the body wouldn't obey commands at all.

In the end, they were holding their breath, not daring to breathe too loudly.

This feeling is extremely uncomfortable.

It felt like something was stuck inside, but couldn't be released.

He felt like his heart was going to explode.

die?

It's fake, right?

It was all fake after all.

Are you going to smash Jiang Nianxi?

Do you really want to confuse them?

What if I accidentally drop it?

What if I mess up?

What if someone dies?

What will I do if Jiang Nianxi dies?

"I...I..."

Yang An opened his mouth wide, as if his vocal cords were stuck.

It can only make a faint sound.

Jiang Nianxi.

Jiang Nianxi.

Jiang Nianxi!

!!!

do not do that.

Please, please don't do this.

I was wrong, I won't run anymore.

No.

I have to run.

This is not home.

wrong.

Jiang Nianxi once said that she would stay with him for a lifetime.

This is home.

Punishment, punishment, punishment!!

Yang An's body began to tremble violently, shaking uncontrollably.

His limbs seemed to be cramping.

Jiang Nianxi slept very comfortably, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she quickly returned to normal.

It seems that it has not been affected.

No.

do not do that.

Don't treat me like this.

That was really wrong.

Shouldn't I have run?

"Run...I..."

Many figures.

Many dark shadows.

I can't see anything clearly.

It appears for a while, then disappears again.

They were sneering, whispering, and twisting.

Even though he was looking at the ceiling, fragments of past memories kept flashing through his mind uncontrollably.

"As long as you behave, we'll be together forever. I'll treat you very well, okay?"

Jiang Nianxi tilted her head and smiled, holding a long hemp rope in her hand.

"Don't leave me! Please, you're all I have left, Yang An!"

Jiang Nianxi knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, her trembling hands carefully touching the hem of his clothes.

"You will be punished."

"Shall we go to hell together?"

"I'll break your legs."

"What name do you think we should give our baby?"

"Don't worry, Auntie, I'll take good care of him."

"Why does it always have to be like this? I've given you a chance to correct your mistakes, but you still make them again."

"Don't keep making the same mistakes..."

"I...I don't want to..."

Yang An cried.

The tears wouldn't stop.

He couldn't even control himself.

The edifice of rationality that had been painstakingly built was instantly shattered by fragments of memory.

What followed was a tsunami of emotional breakdowns.

He let out a painful whimper, but no one could truly help him.

People who haven't experienced pain often can't truly empathize.

True despair is not losing hope in everything.

Instead, they are trapped in pain and trauma.

The basement was dark and damp.

And the perpetrator is right in your arms.