"Compared to insignificant people..."

"What I really want to know is, why didn't you come down to save me? Why were you smiling at me?"

"Since you have such a beautiful smile, I'll forgive you for not coming to save me!"

The alternate personality suddenly leaned closer, close enough to count her trembling eyelashes. He pretended to be generous and gently removed a ginkgo leaf from Zi Xi's shoulder.

Zi Xi's face instantly turned as red as autumn maple leaves.

She lowered her head and took a big gulp of milk tea, but choked and coughed.

The alternate personality chuckled, patted her back, and reached out to wipe away the milk stains from her lips.

I thought to myself, if the main personality could see this scene, it would probably faint from anger again!

*

Xue Xunzhi woke up on the dormitory floor with a headache.

It was late at night outside, but the computer screen was shining with a blinding light, and the phone was connected to the computer, transferring photos one after another.

The opened photos also showed scenes he had never seen before.

Zi Xi bit the ice cream spoon he fed her, cream smearing her nose. They faced the camera with their cheeks close together, making peace signs. Zi Xi's eyes were closed, her eyelashes fluttering, while his lips were almost touching her temples...

With a bang, the phone was pulled off and smashed against the wall, the tempered glass screen protector shattering like a spider web.

Xue Xunzhi trembled as he got up and found an unfamiliar scarf hanging on the bedside table. It was light purple and smelled of Zi Xi's usual peach perfume.

A notebook lying open on the desk had these words written on it: "She loves it when I feed her shrimp balls, it's so cute~"

"grass!!!"

The wardrobe door was dented from being kicked, and the dark blue suit was shredded into pieces with scissors.

Xue Xunzhi stared at Zi Xi's happy smiling face on the screen, his stomach cramping so badly that he bent over.

He scrolled through the photos frantically: the shared cotton candy, close-ups of their intertwined fingers, Zi Xi's profile as she slept, her head resting on his shoulder...

Each one proves how easily that imposter won over the heart of his carefully treasured possession.

"This is mine...mine..."

The medicine bottle smashed against the mirror, and white pills flew out like snowflakes.

He knelt on the shards of glass, letting the blood soak through his pajama bottoms, but he felt no pain, because a deeper wound was festering inside his chest.

Finally, as if possessed, he trembled as he opened the memo, and the contents inside only fueled his rage.

The phone made a clicking sound as it was overwhelmed, and the screen went completely black between his fingers.

Moonlight streamed through the blinds, turning the messy floor into a morgue.

Xue Xunzhi huddled in the only clean corner, clutching the light purple scarf tightly.

In the lingering peach scent on the fabric, he seemed to smell his own rotting love.

Does that mean Xixi still likes him more?

Is he inferior to him?

The cold light from the phone screen reflected Xue Xunzhi's distorted face.

He curled up in bed, his fingers frantically swiping through his contacts, finally stopping at Professor Lin's Psychological Clinic number.

After three failed calls, the phone was finally answered, and a sleepy, hoarse voice came through: "...Student Xue?"

"Professor Lin, I'm sorry to bother you so late, but how can I kill him?"

Xue Xunzhi's voice sounded like it had been sanded.

"what happens?"

The sound of fabric rubbing came from the other end of the phone, and Professor Lin seemed to sit up straight.

"I got a girlfriend... but today..."

"They also took photos... lots of photos..."

Xue Xunzhi's fingernails dug into the tile grout, and his voice suddenly broke, like a child looking for his kindergarten teacher to take charge.

He scrolled through his phone's photo album in the dark, wanting to delete the photos taken by that person but unable to bring himself to do it.

Zi Xi nibbled on the strawberry daifuku he fed her, cream smeared on the corner of her lips. Zi Xi was wrapped in his arms, the two of them sharing a scarf, and there was a photo of them together.