His Kindness Is the Flame That Ignites the Yandere

Jiangyu's world is very small, so small that it can only accommodate the width of a crack in the floor tiles. His social fear and weak character made him accustomed to retracting himself into the shadows of the crowd, becoming an inconspicuous background. His only weapon is the kindness in his bones, an almost instinctive intolerance for the weak. However, he never thought that the glimmer of a broken umbrella and a cheap lemon candy handed to a strange little girl on a rainy night would become the kindling that would ignite a prairie fire in the future. Ten years later, when the elegant and perfect piano genius Lin Wanqing transferred to another school and sat next to him, Jiang Yu only felt a cold fear deep in his bones. Those eyes filled with enchanting deep purple were like a key, instantly opening the dust-covered memory gate - that girl huddled next to the garbage heap, with scars all over her body and eyes as fierce as a wolf cub. What flowed through Lin Wanqing's fingertips was the tune he hummed clumsily back then. The old music box that was thrust into his hand after class had her name engraved on the bottom, like a silent declaration. "Put it away. Now, you are mine forever." At the end of the corridor, Lin Wanqing forced him into a dark corner, her warm breath brushing his ears, and her deep purple eyes filled with suffocating possessiveness. She is no longer a weakling in need of shelter, but an elegant hunter. She accurately captured Jiang Yu's every flinch and fear, and tightly imprisoned him with a seemingly gentle trap. Her morbid obsession stems from the only boy who gave her warmth and hope on that cold rainy night. The "salvation" that was infinitely magnified and twisted into absolute possession. But this is just the beginning. Jiangyu's childhood memories