Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

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People may not be able to figure out whether they love someone or not, but when it comes to feelings, whether they are happy or comfortable, they cannot deceive themselves.

"You put yourself in that situation for someone you like, and the people who care about you..."

"...Mr. Bai, tell me...who cares about me, and who would care about me?"

He was about to continue speaking when his words were interrupted by a soft, gentle voice.

Bai Weiran was stunned for a moment.

An Qin looked up, and her large eyes behind her glasses suddenly became deep and unfocused, devoid of any brilliance. A smile he had never seen before graced her timid face.

He was as gentle as ever, without a temper, and his gentleness was tinged with a hint of self-deprecation.

She put down the spoon, pushed away the soup bowl, hugged herself, and gently scratched her left arm, which was covered by her long sleeves, with her right hand.

"...Actually, I am very grateful for what Mr. Bai said."

"But I dare not have such expectations."

Chapter Seventeen: Another Kind of Clarity (3K)

"But I dare not have such expectations!"

This was the first time Bai Weiran had heard An Qin actively refute someone since their first meeting.

Even when they refute, they are fragile and weak, lacking any imposing presence.

The girl with tea-colored hair raised her head. In the light, her skin was like porcelain, with a soft, glazed glow.

Her features were somewhat pale, and she looked a little sickly.

This expression evokes the image of blue and white porcelain moistened by a light drizzle.

She placed her hands on her lap, gently tapping her index fingers and thumbs together.

Her expression was lonely and docile.

Bai Weiran couldn't discern An Qin's thoughts from her expression. He considered several options in his mind but ultimately refrained from speaking.

He subtly felt that these principles did not apply to An Qin.

It shouldn't even be said at this time.

Anqin continued speaking.

“I know Mr. Bai said these things for my own good, and I believe you are right.”

"You are smarter than me."

Anqin gently bit her lightly colored lower lip.

"You want to tell me that there will always be someone who treats me better and cares about me."

“I understand what you mean. You want me to meet more people so that I can eventually find someone who is good to me… To be honest with Mr. Bai, I am not so narrow-minded as to think that everyone in this world is a bad person.”

Anqin suddenly laughed.

In that instant, An Qin's eyes shone brighter than usual.

Anqin is usually in a daze, living a life of vague obedience, half-asleep and half-awake, being pushed along by the rhythm of life.

But now I've suddenly woken up.

"...But..."

"I don't know if someone as intelligent as Mr. Bai can understand this: when I meet people who are kind to me, I look at them and feel so envious. I want to get closer to them, but every time in the end, I only come to the same conclusion—"

An Qin paused here, tilting her head slightly.

Then, unexpectedly, she asked a question in an innocent and carefree tone.

"Mr. Bai, can you guess what the conclusion is?"

Bai Weiran met her gaze and keenly sensed the sharp question hidden in An Qin's gentle smile.

You don't know, do you? You don't understand, do you?

This sharpness immediately surprised him.

This is a provocative questioning from a weak girl.

Her weakness is merely a superficial characteristic; it doesn't mean she lacks her own thoughts.

In that instant, An Qin turned the tables and questioned him.

Her words, seemingly asking him to draw a conclusion, actually implied another meaning.

Someone as intelligent, brave, rational, and relentlessly pursuing their own path in life as you—can you possibly understand what someone like me is thinking? Can you comprehend my thoughts?

If I can't give her the answer she wants right now, then I'll never be accepted by her.

She wouldn't accept what he said.

An Qin looked at the silent young man.

Behind his glasses, his large eyes shimmered, sparkling with a strange sense of exhilaration.

I know you're good to me, and I'm willing to always listen to you.

But you don't really understand me.

I am cooperating with everything you do to me.

I want to make you happy.

To this day, I remain a docile Anqin, appropriately amazed by everything you have given me, and learning what you have taught me.

Because you've been so good to me, I want to work even harder to be good to you.

She didn't fabricate anything; these are all hers.

I am delighted by the kindness shown to me by others and strive to give back in return.

But she also felt a sense of darkness, loneliness, emptiness, and unease in her heart.

This person will not understand.

Because he is completely different from her—

"You've realized that those people who are doing well don't actually need you, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, An Qin looked up in surprise.

The light and shadow on the glasses disappeared, and a smiling young man was reflected in the lenses.

His pupils were dark and deep, without any light.

Bai Weiran got up and took An Qin's bowl, then ladled half a spoonful of hot soup from the casserole for her.

"My sister also likes to talk while drinking soup."

He said, while placing the steaming hot soup in front of her.

"That's why we always talk about it until the soup gets cold."

Anqin reached out and touched the soup bowl, finding it to be at the perfect temperature.

"...Judging from your expression, are you surprised that I knew?"

Knowing her thoughts had been exposed, the tea-haired girl involuntarily shrank back, but her eyes remained fixed on him.

"Because I've had that experience too."

"I try my best, really hard, to be good to someone, even though they're clearly a very good person. But the harder I try, the less happy they seem to be—"

A gentle breeze wafts in from the balcony at night, carrying a delicate floral fragrance.

He didn't look at An Qin, but instead turned to look out onto the balcony.

The night sky wasn't pure black, but a deep blue, probably because the city is close to the sea.

"Because it's a paradoxical truth: the better a person is, the more independent they are, the less they need others to fawn over them. On the contrary, they might leave because they can't bear the excessive treatment... Anqin, your mouth is so wide open, be careful mosquitoes don't fly in."

He glanced at it and joked with a smile, even though there wouldn't be any mosquitoes in the dark room.

This is a space created by the system; I'm just trying to scare her for now.

An Qin was indeed frightened. She immediately shut her mouth in a panic, paused for half a second, pursed her lips, and then argued softly.

"...I thought Mr. Bai wouldn't be the kind of person who would do that."

She truly didn't expect him to say it.

How could he say that?

She felt a strange sensation, as if a stubborn secret in her heart had suddenly been revealed.

Something that was originally very heavy, something she felt only she could understand, was casually revealed by someone she never expected. She was taken aback, felt a sense of loss, and also experienced a strange, faint pleasure.

"I wasn't born old."

His rebuttal had a mischievous look in it, which made An Qin laugh.

Bai Weiran reached out his hand to her and gently shook his fingers.

"What you just said should have a follow-up; it's not over yet."

When Anqin asked that question, he realized a side of himself that he hadn't noticed before.

An Qin is not naive and innocent; in fact, she is quite clear-headed.

She is a conscious yet possessive yandere girl, just like Xia Yanle.

Anqin's clarity of mind is reflected in another aspect.

Anqin wanted to gain recognition by being kind to others.

This behavior isn't limited to the people she likes; her people-pleasing personality is quite obvious.

She tried her best to please both herself and Qin Ning.

She becomes flustered if others don't accept her kindness.