Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Caught between two sides, pleasing neither side.

The best-case scenario is to file a complaint.

Getting scolded is inevitable.

Such vague statements can actually leave you some room to maneuver.

But... if we consider the actual situation...

The patient's condition suggests a relatively high chance of recovery later on.

"Take good care of him. He seems to be recovering quite well. He should be able to be discharged in about a month."

"..."

"Also, try to avoid eating spicy foods..."

"..."

……

For Jiang Nianxi, temporary amnesia seemed to be no different from permanent amnesia.

Yang An is still the same Yang An.

My body hasn't changed, and neither has my personality.

It's just that the memory is missing.

That painful period of adjustment was missing.

But she believes that all of this is necessary.

She was obsessive, he was cowardly.

Without a year-long forced adjustment period to allow the two people's shapes to fit perfectly together.

Perhaps, one day we will go our separate ways.

Jiang Nianxi will never regret it, never.

Like a rose, bright and elegant, it always attracts attention.

But the delicate stems always have sharp thorns that can hurt people.

Push away anyone who tries to get close.

And what she did...

It's just that the initial appreciation has turned into trimming away the thorns and taking them for oneself.

Liking, love, desire.

Trinity.

Liking can evolve into love.

Love breeds desire.

Once you have desires, you will crave complete possession.

Physically and psychologically.

There is absolutely no privacy.

It was as if the souls of two people had left their bodies, tearing and merging together in endless darkness.

Finally, they blended perfectly into one.

The doctor is right.

Yang An's recovery speed was indeed very fast.

Lacking the pull of desire and suffering from frequent sleep deprivation.

Young people who get enough sleep and nutrition have an incredibly strong vitality at this age.

By the time I was about to be discharged from the hospital, my mental state had improved a lot.

She could even chat and laugh with Jiang Nianxi.

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

Having just finished the formalities, Yang An sat in his wheelchair, letting Jiang Nianxi push him from behind as they left the hospital.

He hesitated for a long time, then tilted his head and asked softly.

It's no wonder he's suspicious.

In my memory, back in high school, I was with this woman...

Ok.

It's a relationship that's somewhere between friends and lovers.

I have always resisted this passive ambiguity.

Moreover... Jiang Nianxi, the top scorer in the imperial examination, actually gave up Peking University to attend the same school as him?

Are you kidding me?

Not to mention they have children.

These things are completely inconsistent with his usual style.

He even had some doubts...

Did Jiang Nianxi use some kind of method...?

After all, they were capable of threatening Su Lingyi in the past.

He charmed the young girl so much that she was practically trembling with excitement.

Why would I lie to you? We are in love freely.

The sky is rather overcast today.

Several large, dark clouds were clustered together, and it looked like it would rain soon.

as predicted.

When Yang An was halfway home, he felt a fine drizzle on his face.

He looked up, but what he saw was not the sky, but a woman's face looking down at him.

Jiang Nianxi smiled.

As the number of pedestrians on the road dwindled, she slowly pushed her wheelchair, softly recounting her past, a story that was both true and false.

"I waited for you downstairs in your dorm for a whole hour just to ask you out to dinner."

"……Yeah."

"And you look so unwilling, are you afraid I'll eat you up, huh?"

"..."

No matter how you look at it, this cunning look doesn't seem very believable...

Yang An subconsciously swallowed.

By the time I got home, my mind had been filled with all sorts of strange things.

He couldn't distinguish between truth and falsehood.

But when you stand in front of that security door that you've been through countless times, none of that seems to matter anymore.

Nervous, heart palpitations.

I feel dizzy and lightheaded for no reason.

but.

This is supposed to be my home, where I've lived for so many years...

Why is this happening?

He shook his head, trying to give himself a moment to catch his breath.

No.

This is home.

But it seems...

Not home...

A pair of delicate little hands reached out from behind and gently pressed down on Yang An's head.

A gentle tone echoed slowly in the stairwell.

"Don't wander around, look ahead."

Look ahead.

Yang An's restless body gradually calmed down.

The memories that had just emerged from the devastating blow were now once again shrouded in an intangible fog.

He was stunned.

Looking at the cold security door, the Spring Festival couplets left over from the New Year are already a bit worn, with yellow spots fading at the edges.

Family?

My home?

"Don't be afraid, this is our home..."

Jiang Nianxi walked to the side, tilted her head, and said with a smile.

Our...home?

But why did my heart suddenly start to palpitate?

Yang An pursed his lips, his left hand unconsciously touching his heart.

There, a strong, powerful pulse throbbed through the chest cavity, echoing the lines on the palm.

Upon seeing this, the woman's smile froze imperceptibly for a moment, but she quickly recovered.

Amnesia...

Yes, I have amnesia.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable nervousness and guilt in her heart.

"...Welcome home."

The lock was opened, and the security door slowly swung open.

Yang An felt a sudden, inexplicable tremor in his heart.

But what came into view was not darkness, nor oppression and gloom.

The balcony curtains were drawn, and soft sunlight streamed through, casting a pale yellow glow over the entire living room.

The air still held traces of cooking.

A subtle, sweet, milky aroma belatedly entered my nostrils.

In an instant, all sorts of words appeared in his mind.

Warm and cozy?

Comfortable?

But neither of them has anything to do with suffocation.

This is...home.

feel like home.

This made Yang An begin to doubt himself.

Could it be that after the college entrance exam that year, I...

He and Jiang Nianxi truly left behind all of this together.

Will the conflicted person I once was truly experience the happiness I have now?

"..."

Oh.

It's ridiculous.

He suddenly felt like laughing at himself.

If all of this is true.

So what was the purpose of all those actions back then?

Studies, grades, acceptance letters...

Now it seems that none of them are very important.

and so.

No matter how difficult the hurdle is to overcome, it will eventually become insignificant in the grand scheme of a person's life, which spans several decades.

Right?

It's a really... strange feeling.

Remembering something, Jiang Nianxi exclaimed in surprise and quickly let go of her hand and ran to the guest room.

"Um, I'm so sorry, I was so excited when I left that I only remembered to pick you up from the hospital and forgot to breastfeed the babies..."

"Why aren't these two little brats crying or making a fuss..."

Soon, the woman came out again with two empty baby bottles.

Carefully open the milk powder bag and pour it inside.

Yang An slowly moved his wheelchair to the woman's side, watched her pour the water, and then continued to rock her.

He thought for a moment, then asked softly, "Before...were you the one who took care of...that child?"