[Yandere] Everyone knows that liking a yandere is a story, but being liked by one is an accident.
It wasn't until their third year living together that Chen Yu realized something was wrong.
Packs of cigarettes kept vanishing. His lighter disappeared without a trace. Abnormal results on his medical reports had been crossed out, with a note beside them: Taken care of.
And on the seventh day after he quit smoking, he felt no discomfort at all.
She was too perfect. Every meal was different, the house was always spotless, and she even stocked brands he had never mentioned. Then he pried open the storage room he wasn't allowed to enter. Eight years of breathing records, logged hour by hour at three in the morning, all read: 12 breaths per minute.
Lin Wan, the flower shop owner, was his girlfriend of three years and the person who had been clearing the path for him for twelve. The ex-girlfriend who had secretly filmed him went abroad. The nosy neighbor moved away. Even the twenty thousand yuan his uncle sent him for his birthday every year had another story behind it.
She said, "I've never killed anyone. I use money and rules."
He said, "This time, I'll protect you, by your rules."
At three in the morning, she sat by the bed counting his breaths. Later, he kept his eyes open and counted hers.
