Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Why are you looking at me like that?

Being stared at like that gave him a bad feeling.

"..."

"go home."

"Huh? What?"

I said…

Jiang Nianxi walked up to him and said with a smile:

"Go back!"

"Home!"

"……oh"

Why are you speaking so loudly?

Yang An was startled, and his face turned a little dark.

I don't know if it's because it was hit by a car.

It seems like even the slightest noise can startle me now.

"So... there are still some left, aren't you going to play them anymore?"

He pointed to a building not far away.

"Would you like to go to a haunted house?"

"I don't want to." Yang An shook his head decisively.

"Then let's go home."

"..."

……

It seems that ever since that day at the amusement park, Jiang Nianxi has become more energetic.

She smiles more than before.

More like a... wife.

It felt as if all the gloom in my heart had been swept away.

Of course, Yang An will never know why Jiang Nianxi suddenly had the idea to take him to the amusement park that day.

This truth will never be understood by anyone.

It might have been a spur-of-the-moment thing.

It's also possible that they have other motives.

But perhaps, burying it deep in our memories and remaining silent is a better choice than knowing the truth.

Jiang Nianxi gave him some psychiatric pills.

Although the explanation process was a bit troublesome, Yang An accepted it relatively quickly.

He didn't hold a grudge against what the old doctor had said that day.

Overall, he preferred to believe Jiang Nianxi.

After all, they were friends from high school.

Since waking up, the other party has been by her side taking care of her every step of the way.

Every sleepless night, every heartwarming gesture.

Yang An saw it all.

Regardless of the past.

At least for now, Jiang Nianxi is doing well.

They were very good to him.

It's good for children.

Actually... that's enough, isn't it?

He looked at the white pill in his hand, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it with warm water.

"Hmm... um."

There wasn't much change after drinking it.

Perhaps this is the nature of this drug.

It won't work immediately.

It's more likely that it will have no effect whatsoever.

Since Jiang Nianxi made him drink the medicine, then he should drink it.

Yang An rubbed his thumb upwards along the lines of his left hand.

The clear tactile sensation made him know that he was still alive.

He gave a faint smile.

Why are you laughing?

I don't think I can explain it clearly myself.

Then I won't explain.

"Have you had it?"

In the distance, Jiang Nianxi was hanging the freshly washed bed sheets on the drying rack, and looked back at him.

Yang An nodded, stood up, and put down his water glass.

"Let me help you."

Seeing that he was struggling, he stepped forward and offered his suggestion.

Jiang Nianxi smiled and shook her head: "No need, it's not like I don't have the strength..."

Even though that's what she said, she still felt a force coming from the other side of the sheet.

Looking to the side, I saw the young man already standing there.

She smiled and didn't say anything more.

If only life could continue like this.

She thought to herself silently.

The hand gripping the bed sheet tightened, creating a wrinkle.

Yes.

If this kind of life could continue forever...

It's as beautiful as a dream.

There is no pain, no cyclical process.

The two of them were just like the lies she had described.

Two people in love confessed their feelings on their knees on the playground, and strolled hand in hand under the dormitory building...

He laughed, and she laughed too.

The air was filled with the chirping of insects—how romantic, how surreal…

But, but.

She really wanted to continue like this.

Even if it's just a dream.

Foam or not.

No matter what method you use.

As long as it can continue...

"..."

Why are you crying again?

As soon as the sheets were hung up and there was no obstruction, Yang An saw that Jiang Nianxi's eyes had become wet.

No.

Is this woman made of water?

Why are you crying?

He was a little dumbfounded.

Come to think of it, I don't think I did anything to upset the other person.

I'm trying to search my memory, but from the time I woke up until now, there shouldn't be anything there.

Then how could she...?

"fine……"

Despite saying that, Jiang Nianxi still covered her eyes with her sleeve.

The sobs were extremely faint.

She lowered her hand, her eyes red-rimmed: "It's just that I remembered some bad things."

"...Then I won't think about it."

"I don't want to feel any worse."

Jiang Nianxi has always been a stubborn person.

However, in Yang An's mind, there was another word: internal strife.

According to his understanding, it can be described like this.

Jiang Nianxi rarely cries.

When she cries, it's the kind of quiet crying.

Moreover, you can't get a reason from asking.

Aside from psychological reasons, Yang An couldn't find any other reason.

He doesn't object to the other person having these things.

He just kept watching the other person in front of him, crying softly at the drop of a hat.

I felt uneasy.

I always feel like the other person is hiding something from me, but they're not telling me.

Despite being a married couple, they have unknowingly added shackles to their communication.

Jiang Nianxi is very possessive and domineering.

He was reluctant to speak up, and Jiang Nianxi was even less likely to say anything.

"Don't cry."

He made a round trip, bringing a tissue with him, and then leaned in to wipe away the remaining tears from the other person's eyes.

They wiped it very carefully.

So close that Jiang Nianxi was momentarily stunned.

She looked at him.

Quietly, the tears stopped without a sound.

I did something that I'm ashamed of.

After a long while, Jiang Nianxi nestled in Yang An's arms, her red lips trembling slightly.

she does not know.

Should we bring up that forgotten memory?

If it's not mentioned.

Yang An will remember this sooner or later.

That day, the doctor's words were vague.

But she knew perfectly well what was going on in her mind.

Sometimes, medical possibilities are only the most conservative estimates.

It's been half a year... Yang An has been having recurring nightmares, and sometimes he even breaks out in a cold sweat in the middle of the night.

Jiang Nianxi knew then that she couldn't hide it any longer.

"As long as you're not cheating on me, what's there to be sorry about?"

Yang An chuckled lightly, half-jokingly.

He did not resist the woman's embrace.

Now, whether you resist it or not isn't that important anymore.

Even though sometimes the body may have some inexplicable overreactions.

But all in all, he's already adapted.

"……sorry."

Jiang Nianxi clutched Yang An's clothes tightly, her nose stung, and she felt like crying again.

But I mustn't cry.

She realized for the first time how useless she was.

It was powerful for many years, and lonely for many years.

Ultimately, out of fear of losing her, she turned into a weak, pitiful crybaby.

"I'm so sorry... but if I don't do that, you'll never be with me..."

will never.

Just like you back then, you couldn't even pity me.

They rejected me time and time again.

They pushed me away again and again.

No matter how hard I try, it's all in vain...

"Why are you saying sorry?" Yang An asked, looking down.

"sorry……"

However, Jiang Nianxi seemed to be possessed, constantly muttering those three words in a low voice.

It seems that no matter what you say, women these days won't listen.