Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

The body temperature of the person next to him, through the fabric of his pajamas, was faintly transmitted to his skin.

An indescribable warmth seemed to temporarily suppress the emptiness and numbness in my heart.

This is the warmth of family, the warmth of happiness.

Yang An, who had not yet recovered, always seemed strangely unfamiliar.

"When...did we have a child?"

Jiang Nianxi was taken aback.

"I mentioned it at the hospital; it's my first year of taking a leave of absence."

She slightly raised her chin, her fair skin appearing almost translucent, with a touch of blush.

"If we're talking about pregnancy, it should be... ten days, twelve... I can't be sure."

She put Huaiyu aside, counted on her fingers, and muttered calculations softly.

He simply shook his head, looking slightly helpless.

Perhaps it was on some unknown night, or perhaps... it was on some early morning.

Not important anymore.

"Did you choose the name? It's quite poetic."

The conversation was about to reach a stalemate when Yang An coughed a few times and continued.

"no."

"Um?"

"You took it."

"Me? Me?"

Yang Huaiyu, Yang Huaijin.

Huaiyu and Huaijin.

Is it... a name you chose yourself?

He opened his mouth, but for some reason, upon receiving this answer, he felt no shock whatsoever, but rather a kind of inexplicable calm.

It was as if they already knew the answer.

"yes……"

He murmured, looking down at his somewhat withered hands, his eyes unfathomable.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi carried Huaiyu back to the guest room.

It's clear she really likes this girl.

As for Huaijin, that boy, she didn't seem to like him very much.

Only when comparing the two children.

With nothing else to do, Yang An cleared away the dishes and washed them before going into the bedroom.

Jiang Nianxi was still in the guest room comforting the child.

Everything in the bedroom was neatly organized.

The blankets were folded neatly, and a potted plant was placed on the bedside table by the window on the right.

The curtains were drawn to both sides, and the purple tassels swayed in the breeze outside the window, like an oil painting on the square sky.

Beautiful, with a touch of elegance.

The air was filled with the unique sweet scent of jasmine, a woman's scent.

Yang An closed his eyes and his nostrils flared.

It tastes so familiar.

From the first time we became deskmates in high school, this scent was like a ghost; it was incredibly fragrant, but after smelling it for a while, it became somewhat unpleasant.

The conflict is indescribable.

He struggled to think: was the distance he felt after losing his memory, leading to resistance, or was it something that happened before he lost his memory...?

Is it in conflict?

I can't tell.

Yang An's gaze shifted to the bookshelf.

Jiang Nianxi told me that she had cleaned up all the books that had been gathering dust on the shelf for years.

Most spaces are missing.

Unexpectedly, a booklet was placed in the small compartment at the bottom right.

The side profile has a texture somewhat like fur, but there's no book title.

He approached the bookshelf and carefully picked up the booklet.

I only saw the side view; there was nothing from the front.

It has no name and no decorations.

It's simply black.

The color black, like ink, always evokes a lot of imagination, because it cannot be seen, so people are more willing to imagine it.

Yang An turned to the first page, and upon seeing the contents, his pupils contracted slightly.

The first page is clean, without horizontal lines or grids.

It's just a simple line of text.

"Jiang Nianxi and Yang An".

Turn the page.

In the lower right corner, a line of delicate handwriting was written in red ink, with a slight cursive effect.

"Starting December 21, 2025"

This is……

Yang An remembered that it was around the end of the first semester of his senior year of high school.

Should we continue scrolling down?

He turned to look at the bedroom door.

Through the door, the woman's light and melodious voice hummed a nursery rhyme she had never heard before in her "memory".