My Yandere Robot Wife

Lin You hugged the yellowed leather notebook, standing before the door that had turned into a pitch-black void.

The hallway was so quiet that only her own breathing could be heard.

The “ghosts” lying scattered on the floor were still unconscious, their dark uniforms blending into the cold metal floor.

The young man—the one who looked exactly like her father—

was lying on his back less than two steps away from her.

His deep brown eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling.

The tiny mole at the corner of his eye, in exactly the same position as her father’s, looked especially harsh under the pale hallway lights.

But Lin You wasn’t looking at him.

Her almond-shaped eyes were fixed straight ahead on that door.