Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"...I was originally supposed to wear contact lenses, but I have an allergic reaction to them, and they make me uncomfortable as soon as I put them on."

She continued to explain earnestly to the pillar.

So I simply stopped wearing it.

"But Mr. Bai, don't worry. It doesn't matter if you can't see. I'll just stick close to Miss Qin. I remember the color of her clothes."

Bai Weiran: …………

"I think you should wear it for now!"

He pointed, and the glasses appeared on An Qin's face the next second. An Qin held the frames and looked at the marble pillar in front of her in surprise.

"Huh, Mr. Bai, why have you turned into a pillar... Is this a superpower... Oh, so Mr. Bai, you're here..."

Her nearsightedness is really bad.

This makes one wonder about her future career as a painter.

However, upon closer reflection, many painters with poor eyesight ironically created masterpieces.

Indeed, there are no rules in art, which he understands perfectly.

What's even harder to understand is the amount of change after the price tag on those artworks.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and turned to look at the bright, high-ceilinged lobby with its spiral, vintage staircase, where many staff members were walking around.

An Qin glanced at the door, then at Bai Weiran.

"Mr. Bai, aren't you going in?"

"I'm not going in," Bai Weiran replied slowly and deliberately.

"If we go in now, she'll be angry."

The girl with tea-colored hair thought for a moment, rolled her eyes, and smiled.

She got it.

Miss Qin loves beauty and is a perfectionist.

How can I be happy to let others see me before I'm all dressed up?

Mr. Bai truly understands her.

Anqin held a small gold clutch, her hands resting on her dress.

She glanced at the young man's silver-gray suit.

She was there when Miss Qin was choosing clothes for him, but no one really noticed.

Miss Qin was so radiant and cheerful, like a little girl who had received her beloved doll. She dragged out all those expensive clothes one by one to play with, and then clung to him in a spoiled yet adorable way, refusing to let go.

He even pushed the person into the dressing room and followed them in. Inside the dressing room, they whispered to each other, and the curtains swayed gently. What intimate little things the two of them were doing inside was very intriguing. Most of the time, when he came out, his lips were swollen from kissing.

The staff accompanying her blushed and were embarrassed to look, but she didn't mind at all.

I just found them extremely interesting.

A creator, and his work.

If only he comes to her side, she won't be able to trust him.

To me, someone who constantly proclaims himself an artist is far less credible than someone who quietly produces his work.

Human language can be fabricated, and human behavior can be vague.

But a work of art cannot be faked.

That was something that was actually made.

He brought his work to her, and through observing the work, she became very interested in the creator.

The work is good, but the creator is even better.

She doesn't care at all about the intimacy between the artwork and the creator.

They should be affectionate; it's normal. The artwork is part of the creator.

An Qin smiled and peered at Bai Weiran through the gaps in her glasses.

Carefully scrutinizing the features, the well-fitting silver-gray suit, the broad chest, the narrow waist, and down to the waist and abdomen and long legs, a clear human anatomy emerges in the mind.

Finally, she returned to the young man's face.

With his hair completely combed back, the superior bone structure revealed by his full forehead made her want to immediately draw countless sketches of him.

She thought it was beautiful the first time she saw it.

As a painter, accurately capturing the spirit of a person is an innate instinct.

This person is good-looking, but... nothing special.

She's seen many good-looking people; it's not surprising.

But ever since he said those words that night, she now sees him as a completely new person, and discovers so much more.

The young man's clear, dark eyes held politeness, consideration, rationality, and aloofness.

That hint of aloofness was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible at first glance.

He wouldn't have noticed until he told himself.

After discovering this, she realized that the distance between them was a trace left by the past.

This isn't a logical analysis, it's just a strong feeling.

With her keen senses, she can slip in like a silent ghost when she catches something unusual.

To be honest, that hint of estrangement actually made her feel gradually drawn in.

Those rational, polite, and considerate aspects only appeal to the average person.

But that wasn't enough for Anqin.

She needs more.

She blinked, mentally snapped a picture of his profile, and imprinted it clearly in her mind.

Finally, her gaze fell on his wrist.

"Mr. Bai."

"…………Um?"

Your cufflinks aren't fastened properly.

Bai Weiran was surprised; he had clearly buttoned it up before leaving the house.

He raised his sleeve, just as he was about to take a look, when An Qin walked up to him.

She took his hand in a smooth, effortless motion, so that no one felt anything amiss; his hand was already in her grasp.

An Qin held his wrist with one hand and gently pinched the cufflink with the other, shifting and adjusting its angle, making the emerald green light on it shine even brighter.

The corridor was quiet, with only faint music coming from below.

The silhouettes of the young man and woman were reflected on the paving stones, which were so light that people could see them, yet they maintained a polite distance.

From Bai Weiran's perspective, An Qin's face was not visible.

All that could be seen was the lily on her updo and her slender nape.

A half-open lily, pure and beautiful, reserved and gentle.

Although they were holding hands, it didn't feel offensive; everything was just right.

She simply moved her cufflinks, then immediately loosened them, took a step back, and looked up at him with a smile.

"...It looks better this way, doesn't it?"

Chapter Twenty-One: I Really Want to Be Good to You

Bai Weiran examined the cufflinks for a few seconds before shifting his gaze from them back to An Qin's face.

An Qin's smile is truly beautiful.

The word "beautiful" is frequently used to describe the beauty of the moon or the beauty of flowers.

Beauty is a vague and ambiguous word, but it can be applied to many places.

When asked what beauty truly is, opinions vary widely.

An Qin's usual behavior makes it hard for people to reconcile her with the established image of an extreme and yandere personality.

In Bai Weiran's view, a yandere personality is often like fire, either burning others or burning oneself to death.

It's intense, obsessive, conflicting, and has a strong urge to destroy oneself and others.

But the more time Anqin spent with her, the more she seemed like water.

Her gentleness is not just weakness, but also a kind of open acceptance.

At first, people might associate her with the image of an ordinary, weak person.

From that night on, he also discovered that Anqin was not like that at all.

Anqin is thoughtful.

She is rational.

Perhaps her intelligence is no less than Xia Yanle's.

But Anqin refused to use her intelligence and talent for logical reasoning and eloquence.

This makes her seem dumber than others and not good at speaking, but in fact, Anqin uses these talents to understand people's hearts. Her empathy and compassion are too strong.

An Qin adopted a completely different approach from Xia Yanle.

Xia Yanle believes that all relationships will eventually come to an end, and she chooses the extreme option of destroying herself and others.

Anqin also believed that all relationships would eventually come to an end, but she went to the other extreme.

She showed the world intense, unrestrained goodwill and cut off any expectation of reciprocation.