Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Damn it, what bad luck.

He cursed under his breath.

I can't believe I ran into this bad luck just by going home.

The unexpected thing was that the woman was pregnant.

"Where are the family members? Where are the family members?"

Just as the car door was about to close, a man in a white coat walked up to the two of them with a frown.

Family members.

Jiang Nianxi has only one family member, Qin Heyue, who is still in another city.

From this perspective, it seems that only oneself can provide companionship.

Jiang Nianxi has always been alone.

Yes.

I've always been alone.

"You're all I have left, please don't reject me..."

"You're the only one left, you're the best."

"do not leave Me……"

"..."

"I am……"

Yang An slowly raised his hand.

He then followed the ambulance with a blank stare.

The ambulance was going very fast, you could even say it was speeding.

Throughout the journey, Yang An sat beside him, maintaining a dazed expression.

I could hear the urgent conversations of the medical staff.

Injection, testing.

The instrument was beeping.

Jiang Nianxi seemed to still retain some consciousness, her hands flailing aimlessly in the air.

In the end, it was suppressed.

The child... imprisoned...

Huh, what do I want to do?

He looked up, staring directly at the bright light above him, and opened his mouth.

Cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

The car was a bit bumpy.

His body trembled slightly.

Yes.

What exactly am I doing?

The ambulance stopped very quickly.

Jiang Nianxi was put into the emergency elevator.

Yang An didn't know whether he walked on his own initiative or was pushed along.

Anyway, I went through the process in a daze.

Finally, I sat down by the hospital bed. Jiang Nianxi was already asleep, only the rise and fall of her chest symbolized her continued existence.

"Luckily, it was delivered in time."

The doctor next to him took off his mask and breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned to Yang An beside him and said.

"You guys need to be careful. She's pregnant, how could she get hit like this? If it's not handled properly, she's finished."

"..."

Yang An stared at Jiang Nianxi's right hand, which was exposed under the covers. He seemed to hear what the people around him were saying, yet he also seemed not to.

Miscarriage seems to exist only in scenes from TV dramas or news reports.

And now, it almost happened to Jiang Nianxi.

He was a little confused.

I can't understand what my brain is thinking, and I can't control it.

Actually, if he had reacted quickly enough, he could have blocked the man's charge at the moment it came.

Why didn't it block it?

What kind of feelings should Jiang Nianxi have for the child in her belly?

It's a morbid, bastard child and should be disposed of.

They continued to raise each other and grow up together, just like nothing had ever happened.

I wouldn't say I hate this child, I really wouldn't.

Yang An would never impose his unrelated emotions on an unborn child.

He didn't do it on purpose.

But what was I thinking at the moment the man crashed into me?

Is it simply a state of blankness?

"...Alright, I've covered all the precautions. Take good care of her. If you need anything, you can press the bell above."

The doctor said a lot, but very little of it remained in Yang An's mind.

In the end, they all left.

Today's hospitals have very few inpatients.

There were no other patients in the ward except for Yang An and Jiang Nianxi.

One is awake, bewildered; the other is asleep, fully conscious.

His gaze once again settled on that small, exposed hand.

Tall and fair-skinned, not exactly bony, but perfect.

Although I never dated in high school, I did sit next to other girls.

Other girls have small, chubby hands.

They're chubby and quite cute.

At that time, he thought that all girls in the world probably had the same hands.

Small and chubby.

Jiang Nianxi is an exception.

Her hands, like her, were gentle yet contained sharp edges.

Meticulous without being obsessive.

It turns out that a person's hands can indeed indirectly reveal their personality.

Just like their facial features.

I don't know if it was just a whim, or driven by some unknown force.

Yang An slowly reached out to that hand.

Even though I've touched it countless times, the smoothness and tenderness still feel surprisingly comfortable to hold.

Gently rub, from the back of the hand to the fingers.

Finally, I flipped it over.

A small scar appeared before my eyes.

It is very noticeable from the palm to the thumb.

The flesh color it shows indicates that it has been healed for a long time.

"..."

This scar... I don't remember it at all.

Yang An narrowed his eyes and moved closer.

He searched his mind frantically, trying to find fragments of memory related to the scar in every corner of his mind.

No matter how I thought about it, there wasn't a single trace.

wrong.

It should be said.

Why haven't I noticed this for so long?

Yang An paused for a moment upon thinking about this.

Then, as if burned, he jerked his hand away.

The small scar is still on my hand, quiet and still, like a crack on porcelain.

A beauty that is slightly broken.

He stared tremblingly at the hands he had just touched, his pupils gradually dilating.

He could feel his breathing gradually getting faster.

The lungs are expanding and contracting more and more.

Even so, I still felt like I couldn't breathe.

The inexplicable feeling of suffocation is not only physical, but also psychological.

He hated being restrained, hated being confined, and hated a completely isolated world.

They are mentally kidnapped and held hostage, lacking their own opinions.

But what exactly have I been doing these past few months?

A pointless escape will only exacerbate the rift between the two people and worsen their condition.

Meaningless resistance.

Overthinking and feeling listless.

What am I thinking about? What am I pondering?

Even Yang An himself couldn't figure it out.

He just felt...so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable.

My head is about to split open.

All sorts of miscellaneous memories and thoughts collided and mingled wildly in my mind.

Why did I do this?

Why do something meaningless?

Why come back when you're free?

Why do you still think about others when you're clearly not in control of your own destiny?

Why do people pursue freedom while simultaneously disregarding their own lives?

Yourself.

What exactly are they doing?

"Uh..."

Yang An clutched his head tightly, hunching over.

Tears welled up uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

not like this.

That's really not the case.

I feel so bad.

I'd rather die.

There wouldn't be so many messy things, and we wouldn't make choices that would be blamed.

Death ends all problems.

"Ugh...who, who?!"

Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he looked up sharply and stared intently out the window.

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

He suddenly felt a sense of fear.

The window was open, and a cool breeze was blowing in.

Total darkness.

Yang An didn't sleep all night.

He stayed by Jiang Nianxi's side in the hospital.

And that window, though it was clearly chilly from the wind, I dared not close it.

And so it remained open all night.

Let the lingering fear occasionally disturb your nerves.