Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

He really didn't think that way.

My original thought was simply to reach out and hold the door shut so it would close.

Who knew about this wicked hand!

"..."

"...Aren't you going to let go? What, how much longer do you want to massage me?"

Jiang Nianxi tilted her head, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

Despite saying that, she leaned forward a little.

Realizing what was happening too late, Yang An immediately released his grip and took two steps back.

This also allowed Jiang Nianxi to completely slip inside.

"I'd like to see... what you're trying to hide from me about."

She looked Yang An up and down.

Smell it to the left, sniff it to the right.

She ruffled his hair and tugged at his clothes.

Yang An seemed to be frozen in place, head down, not daring to offer the slightest resistance.

He was already scared.

I was afraid.

The torment he had endured these past few days had caused him immense suffering.

In this situation, he was afraid that if he resisted, he would arouse the woman's interest again.

"Yes, everything is fine, no one is missing an arm or a leg."

Jiang Nianxi leaned closer to his neck, her delicate nose twitching.

"It still smells nice..."

There was no actual skin contact, but Yang An always felt a slight electric current running through the areas where the scent had been applied.

A tingling, numb sensation ran through my body, and I shuddered.

Noticing the young man's subtle movements, Jiang Nianxi was taken aback, then chuckled softly.

"There's nothing wrong with this, why are you avoiding me?"

She leaned against the door.

To prevent escape, he also locked the door behind him.

Jiang Nianxi rested her chin on her hand, her eyebrows and eyes curving upwards.

Without a doubt, she was the one who was most suspicious.

As for what Yang An was afraid of and what he was hiding from, he knew perfectly well.

"You can go out first. I... I'm not feeling well today."

Yang An gritted his teeth and thought for a long time, and could only come up with this excuse.

"Huh? What?"

"I said."

He repeated it again, emphasizing it.

I'm not feeling well today.

"..."

"Pfft... Hehe..."

Jiang Nianxi covered her face and chuckled softly.

To be honest, seeing the other person acting like they were guarding against a thief, she found it incredibly adorable.

She crossed her arms over her chest again, but with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"You're not feeling well...where does it hurt?"

"What's it to you?"

"You're my husband, how can this not be my business? Besides, I know a little about medicine. Come here, let me take a look at you."

"don't want."

Yang An decisively shook his head and refused.

He tried to shrink into a corner as far away from the bed as possible.

No one knows.

Maybe a few minutes later, maybe the next second.

This crazy woman would suddenly go mad and pounce on him on the bed.

If you're close to the bed, you might get executed on the spot.

"...Alright, I've had enough fun these past few days, I'm done teasing you."

Seeing that she had achieved her goal of intimidation, Jiang Nianxi finally lowered her guard.

She stretched and yawned, then reopened the locked door.

It was just a joke.

She is a human being too.

Not a wicked devil.

It's not that scary.

She recalled Yang An's wary look from earlier, and for some reason, she suddenly found it quite funny.

……

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Nianxi has changed a lot.

She has completely shed the image of a young girl and transformed into a mature and composed housewife.

Ok.

She's not exactly a housewife.

Because it also serves as the primary source of income.

She learned to sew, following online tutorials step by step.

She wanted to sew a dress for Yang An and embroider a few pairs of gloves.

Winter is approaching, the weather is cold, and the deadline for my leave of absence from school is fast approaching.

It's very cold in Xuancheng. If you don't wear gloves, it's hard to even write.

But since it was the first time, I was unfamiliar with everything.

I often prick my fingers.

But it was only limited to embroidering some patterns.

He learned the others very quickly.

In just half a month, the bedside table in the bedroom was filled with experimental samples.

Sometimes, after Yang An had finished comforting the child, he would quietly sit on the other side of the bed and stare blankly at the open window.

Jiang Nianxi had no idea what he was thinking.

Perhaps, it's a search for that forgotten memory.

Perhaps, it's just a simple state of mind.

As for whether that memory can be recovered...

"hiss……"

A stinging sensation exploded in my fingertips.

Jiang Nianxi looked down; the needle tip had already pierced the fabric and embedded itself in her finger.

A few specks of blood stained a small patch of fabric.

Her consciousness gradually cleared from a daze.

She doesn't know.

Do you hope that memory will disappear forever?

Or is it that Yang An is fine as he is now?

Although there were some disagreements, I'm slowly accepting her.

The way the two of them interact is gradually returning to that of a normal married couple.

But Jiang Nianxi also knew.

Some things, once they happen, are simply happened.

A mistake is a mistake.

A single instance of amnesia can erase all crimes.

Then criminals all over the world will be celebrating.

Moreover...

Without that experience, Yang An would not have been able to have two children with her.

She and Yang An will only go their separate ways.

This is worse than killing her.

Maybe……

Perhaps, the current situation is the best possible outcome.

Yang An has no memory and will not hate her.

She concealed everything and pretended to be a normal, loving couple.

We will keep going.

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, until death.

Perhaps after they die, the two of them will be buried together by their descendants.

This secret will be forever kept to Jiang Nianxi.

No one will know.

Including their children.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi's mind flashed back to what the doctor had said that day.

"It's not absolute, but currently it seems there's a trend towards recovery..."

Six months of calm.

She has gradually become accustomed to comfort and ordinariness.

But the doctor's words were like a thorn stuck deep in her heart.

It can't be pulled out.

It can't be pulled out at all.

Because this is her own sin.

The sins committed by my own hands.

Jiang Nianxi has never denied that everything she has now is something she has obtained by creating pain.

I never intended to keep putting off the responsibility.

But at least...

"Tsk."

She squeezed the fabric hard, and the bloodstains slowly spread on it.

At least.

before that.

Let yourself... enjoy some more peaceful time.

Enjoy again... the happiness you've been searching for.

Again……

Atone for your sins.

"..."

"Did you prick your hand again?"

A sudden question brought Jiang Nianxi back to her senses.

She paused for a moment, then looked up.

Yang An stared intently at the bloodstain, his brow furrowing.

I've lost count of how many times this has happened.

This woman, how come she's always so careless?

He squatted down and grabbed a tissue from the side.

He removed the cloth, wiped away the blood that was still oozing out, and then turned to find iodine.

"Huh... I remember putting it in the cabinet, where did it go..."

Watching the young man's busy figure, Jiang Nianxi's eyes were dark and unfathomable, and her tightly clenched hands slowly loosened.

If that day ever comes.

Perhaps deception will be a tacit way of coexisting.