Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Take it one step at a time.

Jiang Nianxi took a deep breath, suppressing the pervasive sense of panic.

For now, it seems best to play dumb.

As long as... as long as you don't actively tear down that veil of secrecy.

During this time, at least I can enjoy a little bit of warmth...

……

"You won't leave me, right?"

The woman chuckled softly, her fingertips tracing a gentle line across her cheek, leaving a tingling, numbing sensation.

Yang An opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Like a mute.

He wanted to run away.

His body was tightly bound to the chair, unable to move.

He wanted to cry.

Tears welled up, leaving two clear tear tracks.

"Your tears...are truly a delicacy..."

"I will treat you well until we both die, buried in the same coffin, embracing each other tightly."

"Never..."

She slowly approached, carefully examined the young man's disheveled appearance, and then leaned close to his ear.

He uttered the last two words.

"Separation".

I will never leave.

Right here.

In this basement.

Just you and me.

……

"what!"

At four in the morning, Yang An sat up abruptly, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

His chest heaved violently.

I almost couldn't catch my breath.

Another nightmare.

It's that bizarre nightmare again.

but……

Are these really memories?

he does not know.

Because even in the diary, there was never any record of such a thing.

A damp basement.

Heavy chains.

The woman rested her chin on her hand, her eyes filled with flirtatious delight, her face slightly flushed from the post-coital flush.

"...Did you have another nightmare?"

Beside him, Jiang Nianxi let out two soft moans, turned over to face him, and opened her hazy eyes.

It's clear that he woke up quite unwillingly.

"..."

After a while, Yang An lay down again, but his breathing was still rapid.

He closed his eyes and hummed in agreement.

"What kind of nightmare are you having? Tell me about it."

Jiang Nianxi's voice was soft and sweet, and with each word she spoke, her right hand had already automatically attached itself to Yang An's waist.

"I've been asking you these past few days, but you won't tell me. Maybe if you did, you wouldn't have nightmares next time..."

"..."

Yang An turned his head and silently observed the person beside him.

"...Um, why are you looking at me..." Jiang Nianxi was a little confused and subconsciously rubbed against his shoulder.

"I see it every day, every single day... Do you really like my face that much..."

"..."

The languid, drowsy face, bathed in the dim moonlight, gradually drew closer to the woman in the dream whose face was indistinct.

First, the outer outline.

Eyebrows and eyes, red lips that are neither too thin nor too thick.

And then there's the perfectly placed beauty mark at the corner of her eye.

Even with her eyes half-open, she exudes a captivating and alluring charm.

Finally, the two faces completely overlapped.

The same.

Yang An suddenly trembled, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He could hear his teeth chattering.

I could feel the hands supporting me on the bed trembling.

But I couldn't take my eyes off that face.

It's like it's been welded shut.

Countless fragments of memory flooded into my mind.

2026.

2027.

2028.

That thick fog of memories, which had always been difficult to grasp, seemed to be receding rapidly over a large area.

"I love you……"

"Yang An, be my boyfriend..."

"If you run again, I'll break your legs..."

Jiang Nianxi during her teenage years.

Jiang Nianxi is mature and steady.

Jiang Nianxi, who is insane.

I can't tell.

It was torn apart and then kneaded together.

Jiang Nianxi at different times seems to have been kneaded together by an invisible hand.

Ultimately, it all came together to form the tired face before us.

"What's going on...?"

My head buzzed for a moment, then suddenly went blank again.

Yang An opened his mouth, but then forgot what he said a second later.

Everything around me gradually seemed less real.

wrong.

Could it be... that it was never real to begin with?

Was all of this a lie?

Are the two children fake?

Is the current relationship also fake?

My own hands, my own pajamas, the blanket covering me, the air I breathe.

How...

Why is this so strange...?

He seems to have stopped being himself.

It's no longer this body.

My hands aren't my own.

Everything around me is not my own.

This is a dream.

It is emptiness.

It's meaningless.

He can open his mouth, see, and hear the faint breathing of the person next to him.

but.

My mind has been emptied.

He didn't even know if he was real.

He wanted to shout, to prove his existence in this way.

However, not a single sound could be uttered.

Maybe……

I have already made a sound.

I've just forgotten about it.

……

"Pfft...cough, cough cough."

A bucket of cold water was thrown at Yang An, hitting him squarely in the face.

It instantly pulled him back to his senses from his dazed state.

He was stunned.

Just as I was about to look down at my chest, a large area of ​​warmth rushed in from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of soft, boneless hands tightly gripped his waist.

"Yang An? Yang An? Are you alright? Don't scare me."

Behind him, a woman's slightly sobbing voice reached his ears.

There was even a hint of pleading in it.

This……

This is……

Yang An squinted hard, looked at his right hand, and subconsciously clenched it tightly.

"hiss……"

The pain, neither too intense nor too mild, confirmed to him that he was still alive.

He is still conscious.

The surroundings are real.

The people are real.

The water dripping from my hair hit my chest, and the cool sensation was real.

"I'm fine...you, you relax for a moment." He coughed a few times, coughing up all the water that was stuck in his throat.

Just now, not only Jiang Nianxi panicked.

Even when he came to his senses, he didn't know what had just happened to him.

"It's alright...it's alright...you little rascal, you scared me to death..."

Jiang Nianxi quickly let go of her hand and curled up at the foot of the bed, wiping away her tears.

It's tiny.

From a distance, it looks just like a doll that has been placed there.

Not long ago, Jiang Nianxi was about to fall asleep.

For some reason, Yang An suddenly sat up again.

Her hand was still clinging to the other person's waist when she was startled awake.

She asked, puzzled.

No reply was received.

Then she asked the same questions a few more times until she herself sat up.

Only then did they realize that Yang Anren was sitting, but his eyes were glazed over, staring blankly at the quilt.

She tried to shake the other person's shoulder, but there was still no response.

Yang An was completely still, like a sculpted wooden puppet.

No matter how much external stimulation there is, it seems that he cannot be affected by it at all.

Jiang Nianxi was terrified.

Several methods were tried, but none of them could awaken Yang An from his possessed state.

In her haste, she didn't even have time to put on her shoes before running to the bathroom and filling a basin with cold water.