Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Now, in the darkness, Wei Zixian opened his palm and gently ran the fingertips of his other hand across his palm.

There is no trace.

But he always felt that there should be something there.

He closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep.

But all I can think about is her.

Wei Zixian's breathing gradually became rapid.

He felt an almost terrifying desire.

Longing to get closer.

Longing to touch.

I long to mimic her posture, just like I did in the afternoon, as if that would bring me closer to her and allow me to briefly become a part of her world.

But he knew it wouldn't work.

Don't get too close.

Getting too close will cause harm and damage.

It's like when he was a child, he loved his mother's canary so much that he always wanted to open the cage to touch it. As a result, the bird got scared, crashed into the cage, and broke its neck.

His mother didn't scold him; she just silently cleaned the cage and then said...

"Zixian, some things are better admired from afar than touched. If you do, they'll be ruined."

He didn't understand back then.

Now he seems to understand.

Bianzhizhi is like that canary.

Beautiful and fragile, he brought light and sound to his world.

But he couldn't open the cage.

Do not touch.

If you touch it, it might break.

It might just fly away.

He might... die.

He told himself this over and over again:

Do not touch.

Do not approach.

She is a therapist.

He is a patient.

She took the money and did what she was supposed to do.

She will leave.

Like every therapist, tutor, and person who had tried to get close to him before, only to leave in the end.

She will leave.

Wei Zixian remained in this position for an unknown amount of time.

Until the sky outside the window changed from dark black to deep blue, and then to grayish-white.

Until the first rays of dawn peeked in through the gap in the curtains.

He slowly relaxed and opened up.

The second day of therapy ended, and Bian Zhizhi stayed in the activity room a little later than usual.

She is organizing her healing notes from this week.

This is a routine procedure; every Friday evening, she needs to compile a comprehensive report on Wei Zixian's performance over the past seven days and send it to Wei Yanqiu.

She wrote exceptionally slowly today.

My fingertips paused on the keyboard far more often than usual.

"The patient has shown significant improvement in social interaction this week..."

She typed that line, then deleted it.

"In structured activities..."

She stopped and rubbed her temples.

By the time I finished typing the last period, it was completely dark outside the window.

Bian Zhizhi saves the document and sends an email.

She turned off the computer and stood up.

She had been sitting for too long, and her knees were a little stiff. When she stood up, her vision went black for a moment. She held onto the back of the sofa and waited for the dizziness to pass.

It's time to go back to my room.

But her stomach was so empty that she felt uneasy; she had only drunk a few sips of water since lunch.

She was so distracted that she even forgot to eat dinner.

Let's go to the kitchen and find something to eat. After eating a little, Bian Zhizhi went to pour some water.

On the way back, I passed by a small side hall of the main building.

There's nothing special about it.

The side room was sometimes used for receiving guests temporarily, or for Wei Yanqiu to handle some less urgent work in the evenings.

Bian Zhizhi saw the lights on inside more than once when she passed by late at night.

But today, the door to the side hall was ajar, the lights were on inside, and the hushed voices of Wei Yanqiu and Butler Li could be heard talking.

She had no intention of eavesdropping and was about to walk straight past with her water glass in hand.

But the words "Miss Bian" made her stop involuntarily.

The body reacted before the mind could, silently taking two steps back and disappearing into the shadows around the corner of the corridor.

The wall pressed against her back, sending a chill down her spine.

"...Zixian has indeed changed a lot recently."

It was Wei Yanqiu's voice, coming through the crack in the door; his expression was neither happy nor angry.

"Yes, Miss. The family doctor's assessment report this month gave a very positive evaluation."

Butler Li's voice came through.

"Doctors believe this is a breakthrough."

"A breakthrough," Wei Yanqiu repeated, his tone subtle.

"Is it the effect of the medication, or the environment?"

"The doctor emphasized that medication is an adjunct; what's more important is changing the environment and support systems."

Butler Li knew what Wei Yanqiu was thinking and truthfully told him what the doctor had said.

He believes that Miss Bian deserves much credit.

Bian Zhizhi's heart suddenly tightened.

My fingers gripped the glass tightly, the icy touch coming from my palm.

Should she be happy?

Gaining the employer's de facto recognition proves her professional competence and that her efforts over the past three months have not been in vain.

But she only felt cold.

The cold seeped from between the bones.

Because she knew that what followed wouldn't be anything nice.

really.

"Made invaluable contributions?" Wei Yanqiu's voice lowered, tinged with coldness.

"Uncle Li, do you think healing techniques alone could achieve this level of effectiveness?"

There was a moment of silence in the side hall.

This time the silence lasted even longer.

Bian Zhizhi almost doubted whether the conversation inside had ended, or whether they had discovered her outside the door, and were silently confronting each other.

She held her breath, pressing her back tightly against the wall, as if that would make her invisible.

"Miss Bian...is indeed very dedicated." Butler Li's voice finally rang out, carefully choosing his words.

"It's good to put your heart into it," Wei Yanqiu said in an even lower voice.

"But I'm having you watch over her not just to see Zixian's progress. I want you to make sure that her efforts are focused solely on curing the young master."

"I don't want to see any unnecessary emotional investment."

Wei Yanqiu spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone utterly cold.

"Zixian's dependence on her must be kept within the limits necessary for treatment. Once it exceeds this limit, we must remind him, or even intervene."

Her tone was firm and unwavering, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Just make sure the young master is healed. Don't let Miss Bian have any inappropriate thoughts, and don't let Zixian develop any inappropriate dependence."

Inappropriate thoughts.

An undue dependence.

It turns out that in Wei Yanqiu's eyes, all her efforts and sacrifices, and any interactions between her and Wei Zixian that went beyond the scope of treatment, were all part of her life.

Those careful guidances, those attentive observations, and the heartfelt joy felt for his every little bit of progress.

Even the silent imitation gesture I made today evoked a powerful feeling.

These are all things that shouldn't exist and need to be guarded against and intervened upon.

She was just a tool.

a knife.

Once it's used up, it must be wiped clean and put away. It cannot have its own will, and it cannot have any emotional connection with the person who wields the knife.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head, instantly spreading to every part of my body.

The water in the glass rippled because of the trembling of the hand.

"I understand, Miss," Butler Li replied respectfully.

Footsteps sounded, it seemed that Wei Yanqiu was about to come out.

She woke up with a start, turned around in a panic, and almost stumbled as she hid in the deeper shadows.

On the other side of the corridor corner, there is a recessed corner where large green plants are placed.

She shrank in, held her breath, and curled herself into the smallest ball she could be.

The footsteps drew closer.

She could see the light coming through the crack in the door, blocked by a figure, dimming, and then brightening again.

Wei Yanqiu came out.

She was calm, restrained, and showed no superfluous emotions.

Like a statue carved from jade, beautiful but cold and devoid of any human warmth.