People are in Xingtie, and I am their dead white moonlight?

But even if he can't do anything, he absolutely can't just sit there and wait for death!

"correct..."

Just when Jiang Mo was thinking about how to break this yandere dilemma, the girl leaning on his shoulder raised her head slightly, her crimson purple eyes staring straight at him, as if she had seen some delicious fruit.

"According to the doctor's orders...you'll officially be fully recovered today~ Then...?"

Heita didn't continue speaking, but the pink hearts that appeared in her crimson-purple eyes said it all.

"Black Tower, you..."

"Shh, keep it a little mysterious~"

Heita stretched out his index finger and gently placed it next to Jiang Mo's lips, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

"See you later, my dear Mr. Jiang Mo~"

After saying that, Heita slowly stood up like a cat, and then began to change clothes in front of Jiang Mo without any hesitation.

Normally, she would have to wear something similar to what she was wearing when meeting people from the company, but...

She didn't do that.

Heita took out a purple Gothic-style evening dress from her closet - the one she wore on the day she went with him to Pierpoint to do business.

Because of the rescue operation, the evening dress was covered with holes scratched by metal fragments and even had some dark red bloodstains.

——That was the mark left when Heita carried Jiang Mo back to the accompanying spaceship.

For Heita, she wanted to use this dress to tell them that she had not forgiven them and that the Strategic Investment Department should pay a higher price.

The wound on her hand has healed, and the cuts on Jiang Mo's body are almost healed, but... some wounds can never be healed.

For example...the pain in her heart.

For Heita, Jiang Mo, who was covered in scars and barely breathing, would always be a big pain in her heart.

When Jiang Mo was still asleep, she would think of that scene as soon as she closed her eyes, and then she would start having nightmares.

She dreamed that Jiang Mo had passed away, that he had forgotten her because of the heavy mental burden, and that he had left her for various reasons...

But every time she woke up from a nightmare, she would always see Jiang Mo sleeping beside her.

Only he can bring me a little comfort.

Thinking of this, Heita glanced at Jiang Mo lying on the bed with some reluctance, and finally chose to turn back and gently kissed him on the forehead, with deep affection revealed in his crimson eyes.

"Wait till I come back, it won't be long?"

However, just as Heita was about to get up and leave to prepare for the next negotiation alone...

Snapped--

Jiang Mo suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the white wrist of Heita, which was close to him. Then he pulled it hard into his arms. Heita, who was not prepared at all, suddenly fell into Jiang Mo's arms.

"Eh...?"

Feeling the temperature beneath her body, Heita let out a puzzled moan, but she seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and an ambiguous smile appeared on her face.

"So... Jiang Mo, you can't wait any longer~ What a bad guy!"

The pink love in Heita's eyes was looming. She turned her head slightly and glanced at the time displayed on her mobile phone. The smile on her face became more and more ambiguous, and even her cheeks were stained with a sickly red color.

"It's still early for the negotiation of that Omnic Treaty. Actually... do we have time?"

"Hmm...rather than waiting until the negotiations are over, I want to possess you sooner rather than later, leaving my mark on you and imbuing you with my unique scent."

"This way...you'll be mine forever~"

Heita was talking to himself. Just when he was about to sit on Jiang Mo's body and officially transform him into his own property, Jiang Mo suddenly said:

"Black Tower! The kidnapping...isn't really your fault!"

"You said it yourself. This is the result of the Strategic Investment Department not informing us in advance. You clearly know everything, but why—"

Hearing Jiang Mo's words, the smile on Heita's face suddenly froze, and then he stopped taking off his evening dress and lowered his head slightly.

The soft brown hair blocked her eyes, making it impossible to see the complex emotions hidden in them.

"Why? Because I love you, Amo..."

As she spoke, she peeled off her "disguise" layer by layer, once again revealing her "true self" in front of Jiang Mo.

The eyes of this talented girl were filled with desire. She leaned down slightly and pressed her body tightly against Jiang Mo, as if she was afraid that he would disappear from her sight. At this moment, that flushed cheek was less than three centimeters away from her.

"Amo... I love you. I really love you so much, do you know that?"

"I always wanted to help you, but when I saw you lying in a pool of blood, I realized... there was nothing I could do."

"You know what? When you were in a coma, I had nightmares every night. I dreamed that you left me in various ways, leaving me alone in this empty mansion..."

As he spoke, mist began to fill Heita's crimson-purple eyes, as if some emotions had erupted at this unique moment.

"It was only then that I realized I couldn't leave you, so, that's why I chained you to my side!"

"Only in this way can we repel all threats! Only in this way can we allow you to stay by my side forever and in peace!"

The sound of the black tower suddenly became louder, and the emotions that had been accumulated deep in her heart burst out instantly. The mist turned into tears at this moment, gently falling on Jiang Mo's chest.

The cold touch made Jiang Mo's heart tremble, and Heita's words made him fall into a brief silence.

Only now did he realize that he seemed to have oversimplified the reason why Heita had become such a yandere person.

This kidnapping incident was just a fuse, and the deeper reason...may have been planted one day four years ago.

Putting aside the halo of genius...Heita has actually always been a very strong-willed girl.

He realized this when he first came into contact with the little black tower.

In response to his help, Heita's first reaction was not to say "thank you" and then enjoy it as a matter of course.

Her first reaction was to ask herself why she was doing this, and then... to find a way to return the favor for her companionship and help.

For example...the original "Changing Doll".

But as time went by, Jiang Mo had seen black towers of various styles, and the concept of "changing clothes dolls" gradually faded and eventually turned into nothingness.

After this, Heita started to think about how to help him in more aspects, but... apart from academics, there were many things that Heita could not do as well as himself.

And because he played the role of "experimental assistant" most of the time, those things were cleaned up by himself before Heita could take any action.

Although he and Heita had formed a closer relationship as lovers at this time, but... this was always a thorn in Heita's heart.

And after that unexpected disaster struck, the "uneasiness" that had accumulated under this thorn for years and was temporarily calmed down by his words time and time again finally erupted.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo raised his head slightly, looked at the crying girl in front of him, pursed his lips, and then asked softly:

"Heita, do you know the language of violets?"

"It is 'loyalty and dedication', it is 'eternal beauty and love'"

Looking at the girl in front of him who was slightly stunned, Jiang Mo continued:

"Because I love you, I am willing to give everything for you; because I love you, I am willing to do many things for you, not for your return, but simply because of the three words "I love you."

The handcuffs' chains shone with tiny silver rays in the morning light, and Jiang Mo's Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed the burning sourness in his chest.

The velvet curtains filtered the morning light into pale golden spots that danced on the hair of the girl in front of him, but could not shine into her eyes filled with tears.

"Remember... the first night you confessed to me?" he suddenly asked. "After you said the 'same kind' thing, I hugged you."

Heita's eyelashes trembled violently, and the night four years ago, sparkling with warm light, suddenly came alive in his memory: the warm embrace, his loving voice, and...

That unwarranted trust in oneself.

That was the first step in her sinking into his gentleness, and also the first time her heart was moved.

"You were like a frightened little rabbit at that time, running away in the blink of an eye. You came to find me, but you ran faster than anyone else..."

As if recalling the appearance of the Black Tower at that time, Jiang Mo's face showed a faint smile, and then he looked at the girl in front of him gently and said softly:

"That was the first time I showed you my love."

After saying that, Jiang Mo suddenly turned his head and bit the silver ring hanging from the chain. The sound of metal knocking against each other startled Heita's pupils and caused them to shrink.

Click.

The silver chain that bound his right hand broke, and Jiang Mo pressed Heita's cold hand against his heart.

"Do you feel it? Every time this heart's rhythm quickens for you, it's proof that it wants to break through its ribs and embrace you."

The vigorous vitality of a young body came from under his palm, and Heita's fingertips curled up instinctively, but were clasped even tighter the moment they touched the warmth.

"You always say you're afraid I'll disappear..."

Jiang Mo took Heita's hand and placed it on his shoulder, where was the last wound left by the "Market Development Department" that was about to heal.

"That night, you led me through that silver-white hell, weeping bitterly—even though I was about to pass out, the warmth and fragrance of that little idiot were the only "medicine" that could calm me down."

As soon as these words were spoken, Heita's breathing became slightly rapid. The slightly warm breath of the girl brushed across his chest, which made him feel more loving and compassionate.

"To be brutally honest, if you had come five minutes later, I might have been a cold corpse by now."

"But you didn't. It was you who brought me out of that silver-white hell. It was you who kept me alive."

"Can you hear me? Every cell in this body is reorganizing for you, just like how you stubbornly rewrite the formula every time you fail a test, even forgetting to eat."

Tears suddenly burst out like a dam breaking. Heita shook his head desperately to pull his hand back, but Jiang Mo stroked his brow, nose bridge, and lips.

"Look, I'm here." He imitated the night when she had a fever and held her trembling fingertips in his mouth, and salty tears seeped into the lines of her lips.

"It's not an illusion, it's not a puppet, it's the real Jiang Mo who will ache for you and jump for joy for you."

As if someone was visiting, the birds in the courtyard were suddenly startled and woke up with the sound of flapping wings. Jiang Mo suddenly untied the last chain.

Amid the dull thud of metal falling to the ground, he raised his head slightly, revealing his fragile throat.

"You can lock me up again now, or..." As the morning breeze lifted the curtains, his eyes shone with tenderness as vast as the stars. "Try to believe that these shackles called 'love' have already bound us together."

Heita's sobs suddenly became stuck in his throat, and the remaining warmth in his palms overlapped with the countless "white nights" in his memory:

He sat at the desk and helped her meticulously organize the data. The violets he planted in the courtyard for the first time, and the eyelashes he secretly counted while he was asleep - those daily routines blurred by anxiety were suddenly coated with a gilded halo at this moment.

"But...but what if..."

Heita's voice trembled slightly, but before she could express her anxiety, those broken syllables were sealed between her lips and teeth by his kiss.

"No buts. When you are afraid, my hug is a barrier; when you are uneasy, my kiss is a spell."

Jiang Mo suddenly lifted her tear-stained face, and when their noses touched, he smiled like a young man who had succeeded in a prank. "Want to verify it?"

Heita suddenly realized that his limbs were warming up. The chill that had seeped into his bones when Jiang Mo was imprisoned was being dispelled inch by inch by the morning light dancing in his eyes.

When the first full ray of sunlight climbed up the bedpost, Heita heard his own slightly hoarse voice.

"...Shackles, what do they look like?"

Jiang Mo suddenly grabbed an unopened tie from the bedside and covered his eyes with it, then accurately grabbed her wrist in the dark.

"Like this."

The touch of the silky fabric caressing her skin made Heita tremble, and the next second the warm lips fell on her wrist pulse which was beating violently due to nervousness.

"Now, you are in control."

Just like when he broke free from the handcuffs, Jiang Mo once again guided her hand to the edge of the tie, "Untie it or tie it tight, it's up to you."

Her tears suddenly became hot, and at this moment Heita finally saw the truth that had been hidden by her own paranoia.

The desk lamp that sometimes stays on all night is not a sign of worry but a reminder of waiting; the violets that change every day are not a sign but a confession; even the sacrificial gesture of voluntarily falling into the endless darkness at this moment is his silent oath.

“Don’t…don’t do this…”

Heita suddenly ripped off his tie angrily, but his eyes met Jiang Mo's smiling ones, and then he burst into tears.

"I, I can't bear to see... I can't bear to see you being tied up..."

"I'm sorry, Mo, I'm sorry..."

Looking at the girl crying again in front of him, Jiang Mo felt pity.

He grabbed the dried violets in the vase beside his bed—he hadn't changed the flowers since he woke up.

"Then try another way."