Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

After a brief struggle, he took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady.

"Jiang Nianxi".

He called out.

"I know, maybe we were very, very much in love before this, but I, I still can't quite accept it, you know?"

These are Yang An's true feelings.

All he could remember was feeling awkward.

It's not that he completely rejected his high school classmate.

But some things and some feelings cannot be described in words.

But it really exists.

And it influences every action.

That is why Yang An made a clear refusal.

He's not insensitive to romance.

If that sudden slap was merely meant to provoke him and then something happened.

Yang An's anger subsided considerably.

Just like a little woman, venting her small grievances to her husband who has amnesia.

I'll understand.

But matters between men and women...

"I don't dislike you. If you feel neglected or rejected, I'm sorry..."

"I've forgotten so much. I've forgotten how we defined our relationship, I've forgotten our possible dates, I've forgotten so much."

"I know these things mean a lot to you, but for me right now, it's a complete blank."

Yang paused for a moment, then continued.

On the bed, Jiang Nianxi remained in the same position as before, motionless and without any facial expression.

She was like a sculpted sculpture, silently appreciating Yang An's performance.

"I will try to cooperate with the doctor, maybe for a month, maybe for half a year, maybe longer... I will try to recover my memory."

"I won't always resist you until then, but..."

Yang An pursed his slightly chapped lips, suddenly feeling a bit thirsty.

The sound also grew fainter and fainter.

He noticed that Jiang Nianxi's eyes seemed to reflect light...?

wrong.

It's not reflective.

His prepared words suddenly got stuck in his throat, and he opened his mouth.

That's not a reflection.

It was tears.

Jiang Nianxi's eyes gradually welled up with tears.

She remained seated there, without moving an inch.

But the corners of her eyes were already red.

"...Jiang Nianxi".

"So, you're not going to do it with me today, is that it?"

Jiang Nianxi interrupted him, her eyes filled with a hidden knife, though she clearly felt wronged.

She was very straightforward.

"No matter what you think, you just don't want to do it, right?"

"No, I..."

"What do you mean 'is it or isn't it'? If I don't want to, I don't want to. What do you mean 'later'? I only want the present."

She has always been very stubborn, as stubborn as a donkey.

But some things cannot be compromised.

"I don't need any promises from you, because they're meaningless. I only care about what you do."

She stood up, uttering each word clearly.

Her disheveled pajamas suddenly fell down, as some of the buttons had been undone, draped over her shoulder, revealing the snow-white lining underneath.

But Jiang Nianxi didn't care at all.

One step, two steps.

She approached gradually, her gaze fixed on Yang An the entire time, without moving an inch.

Yang An felt immense pressure despite having empty hands. He instinctively leaned tightly against the door, even his breathing became lighter.

He wanted to escape.

The door was locked from the inside, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't open it.

The once cozy bedroom was instantly transformed into a closed cage.

For some reason, this image suddenly popped into Yang An's mind.

How could this place be associated with a cage...?

"If you want to adapt to this relationship, then take action."

The two of them were already very close.

So close that Yang An could kiss Jiang Nianxi's forehead with just a lowered head.

"Instead of spouting grand theories and empty rhetoric all day long, I don't want to hear it."

Finally, a tear rolled down her cheek.

At such close range, Yang An could even see the woman's eyelashes trembling slightly.

I saw the other person's trembling shoulders.

At this moment, sadness and pain seemed to blend into the ambiguous atmosphere, making everyone feel the same way.

Yang An's Adam's apple bobbed.

But what could he say?

It seems that no matter how you explain it, Jiang Nianxi is still the same Jiang Nianxi, and she has never changed.

Still stubborn.

Still stubbornly sticking to his own opinions.

They treated him like a submissive lamb, trying to forcibly distort his shape with their own rules.

Yang An is not a lamb.

He is a human being.

Before being a husband and father, he is first and foremost a human being.

A person with human rights, self-respect, and responsibility.

Two people should communicate, negotiate, and solve problems on an equal footing.

Instead of hitting the high ground against the low ground like this.

The more Jiang Nianxi pressed her advantage, the more suffocated he felt.

But the crux of the matter lies precisely in that lost memory.

Yang An had no way to refute Jiang Nianxi.

He is not qualified.

Because he couldn't remember.

Because he has amnesia.

That car accident, I don't know if it brought good fortune or misfortune.

But the truth is, he forgot the intimate moments he shared with Jiang Nianxi.

That's why it seemed awkward and embarrassing.

Kiss me.

All those words ultimately boiled down to just two.

Jiang Nianxi raised her head, her beautiful big eyes glistening with tears.

Her cheeks were flushed, she looked very cute.

She looked at the bewildered young man, pursed her red lips, and wanted to reach out and touch his face.

As he watched the small hand reach out, Yang An's body seemed to lose control, frozen in place, unable to move.

He could only stare helplessly as Jiang Nianxi pinched his right cheek.

It doesn't feel good to the touch.

This is the conclusion Jiang Nianxi reached after careful consideration.

Is it because... I'm not eating enough?

She was momentarily dazed.

From her perspective, her lover's face appeared as if veiled in mist.

She remembered that Yang An's appetite seemed to be affected after the car accident.

I used to love eating these foods, but suddenly I don't like them as much anymore.

They are not picky eaters and will not leave any food uneaten.

But Jiang Nianxi could sense it.

perhaps……

The so-called love of food is nothing more than a numbness cultivated through daily forced consumption.

Do you need a reason to love someone?

She remembered the question Yang An had asked her that day.

"So, what do you like about me...?"

I like it everywhere.

From the moment an idea truly takes hold to the possibility of death in the future.

I've always liked it.

But why are the people in front of me getting blurrier and blurrier?

It's like... I've always been away from her.

No.

This is something you should absolutely never do.

Jiang Nianxi wiped her eyes, and when she put her hand down, the back of her hand felt cool.

See clearly.

The person in front of me is no longer blurry.

She looked down.

Oh.

So, she was crying.

No wonder I couldn't see it clearly.

"You...you shouldn't cry."

A strange feeling.

When Jiang Nianxi cried, Yang An felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Pain without pity.

Pain without hatred.

It's just simple heartache.

It is pain that comes spontaneously from the body, and it is an invisible ailment caused by the mind.