Pure Illness Warrior

[A profoundly unhealthy and abnormal relationship, with an intensely dark and obsessive atmosphere]

A story I write for myself. When the pressure builds, I write a lot. Updates are irregular.

A series of stories about love between people who are out of their minds

"One moment I hate you, the next I make excuses for you; one moment I swear I won't love you again, the next I swear that no matter how badly you treat me, I'll stubbornly love you to death; one moment I imagine beating you up, the next I imagine you beating me up. Utterly deranged, sickeningly sweet, and ridiculous.", Zhu Shenghao, Waking Up, I Feel I Love You So Much

[Stockholm Syndrome] (The ex-boyfriend is a complete villain. The protagonist commits no crimes.)

My ex-boyfriend was a kidnapper, a complete bastard.

While stalking me, he also kidnapped one of his suitors, a genuine young master from a wealthy family.

Sometimes, when I heard a sound and couldn't bear it, I would sneak him some of my clothes to wear.

The young master would curl up at my feet, gazing at me adoringly as he kissed the top of my foot.

Unfortunately, this life didn't last long. The young master escaped and called the police, who arrested my ex-boyfriend.

After it was all over, I planned to go on vacation and put those bad memories behind me for good.

But I only fell asleep on the plane for a little while. Why did I wake up in a pitch-black room, with a shadow beside me that I couldn't make out?

He looked up. It was the young master's face, twisted with excitement.

"At last, you're all mine."

[Psychotic Disorder with Hallucinations]

My dead husband crawled back through the sewer. Now he's sleeping right behind me.

What should I do?

[Schizophrenia]

I'm currently a resident in the psychiatry department.

One of the patients under observation is also my boyfriend.

His condition comes and goes. When he's doing well, he's considerate, gentle, and patient with me. When he's doing badly, he shuts himself away like a hollow shell and ignores me completely.

I love him so much, and I've been endlessly patient with him.

But he doesn't seem to love me the same way.

Otherwise, why would he go mad and interrogate me while holding a medical record that's been sealed away for so long?

Stranger still, why is my name in the column for the patient's name?

[Extreme Possessiveness]

Today, while tidying up, I found my husband's diary under the bed.

I couldn't resist my curiosity and opened Pandora's box.

At first, the entries seemed perfectly normal.

"There was a class placement exam today. I saw him. I really want his contact information."

...Who is he?

"I saw him fooling around with someone else during the morning run. Damn it, I want to cut off the hand that touched him."

"Why (heavy black ink scribbled over the words) is everyone else allowed, but not me?!"

"I'm going to lock him up, gouge out his eyes, and cut off his limbs. Then he'll be mine alone."

There was also a stack of photos tucked into the back.

They were all candid shots of me and my ex-boyfriend. Without exception, a huge red X had been drawn over my ex-boyfriend's face in every photo.

When he came home from work that night, he kissed me as usual. I couldn't help asking him:

"Did you have anything to do with my ex-boyfriend's death?"

tips:

1. If you find it confusing or hard to follow, just check what illness the protagonist has. If you still don't understand, you can stop reading.

2. The story uses third-person narration.

3. The specific content warnings for the first story are in the author's note at the end of Chapter 1. For the rest, they're in the author's note at the end of the previous story. Be sure to read them!

4. Readers who are uncomfortable with possessive characters should take care.

The next upcoming book: The Deaf Doll of a Stray Dog

*Rented-room fiction

A deaf-mute construction worker gong × an irritable academic beauty shou

Wen Dudu was a stray dog who had left an orphanage. After being adopted, he found his mute doll beside a trash can in a demolition zone.

The mute boy was dirty and clumsy. He couldn't understand what Wen Dudu said, and could only live cautiously in his adoptive family. He would stuff everything he thought was good into Wen Dudu's hands, innocently making a promise:

I'll be your mom and dad. I'll stay with you forever. I'll give you a home.

A young heart's first love lasts forever.

But how could this person say something like that, then personally push Dudu away?

Years later, in the early hours of New Year's Day, Wen Dudu stayed home for the holiday because his experiment had reached a critical stage.

He went downstairs to buy bread and saw a shadow at the corner. He was about to call security when the figure hurriedly grabbed his hand and signed rapidly.

He said, I've earned money. I'm not a burden anymore.

Wen Dudu turned away, pretending not to see the scars left by the wind and sun on his body. He even closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to watch him sign.

He hid his own tears just as well.

Wen Dudu sneered. "Ji Weian, so you've finally decided to show your face. You come to bother me even during the New Year holiday. Did you think I was just pretending not to see you all this time to save you some dignity?"

Ji Weian said: I came to spend the New Year with my home.

- What is home?

- A place with you and me.

Theme: Learn to see people for who they truly are.