His Kindness Is the Flame That Ignites the Yandere

Jiang Yu's world was tiny, no wider than a crack between paving stones. Social anxiety and a timid nature had taught him to shrink into the shadows of the crowd, an unnoticed figure in the background. His only weapon was the kindness in his bones, an almost instinctive inability to ignore those who were weaker than him. Yet he never imagined that the glimmer of warmth he offered a strange little girl on a rainy night, a tattered umbrella and a cheap lemon candy, would become the spark that ignited a wildfire in the future.

Ten years later, when the elegant, flawless piano prodigy Lin Wanqing transferred to his school and sat beside him, Jiang Yu felt a bone-deep chill of fear. Her eyes, a strange, deep purple, were like a key that instantly unlocked the floodgates of his sealed memories: the girl huddled beside a garbage heap, covered in wounds, her gaze as fierce as a wolf cub's. The melody flowing from Lin Wanqing's fingertips was the very tune he had clumsily hummed back then. The battered music box she slipped into his hand after class bore her name engraved on its base, a silent declaration.

“Keep it safe. From now on, you're mine forever.” At the end of the hallway, Lin Wanqing cornered him in a dim alcove. Her warm breath brushed his ear, and suffocating possessiveness surged in her deep-purple eyes. She was no longer the helpless girl who needed protection. She was an elegant hunter. She precisely seized on every time Jiang Yu shrank back or showed fear, binding him tightly in traps that seemed gentle. Her twisted obsession sprang from the boy who had given her warmth and hope on that cold, rainy night, her “salvation” magnified without limit and warped into a need to possess him completely.

But this was only the beginning. All those things from Jiang Yu's childhood that had never...