A room in pure white tones.
As usual, it was the weekly psychological counseling session.
The man in white looked at the 100 psychological wellness multiple-choice questions in his hand.
Sometimes he frowned, sometimes his expression relaxed.
He tapped his chin with his pen, paused, and spoke.
“Mr. Zhao, your psychological tension hasn’t improved at all—in fact, it’s gotten worse.”
Sitting across from him in the chair was none other than Zhao Yicheng.
He thought of that wicked woman who had his good friend wrapped around her finger and even played the victim first, causing him to press his throbbing temples.
“Just dealing with some frustrating stuff.”
“Would you like to talk about it with me?” the man in white asked again.
“Please rest assured, we are professionally trained and won’t reveal any personal information about our patients.”
“It’s nothing major,” Zhao Yicheng shook his head.
“It’s about that friend I mentioned last time. After I found evidence of wrongdoing, her girlfriend turned around and accused me first.”
He recalled how, just a few days ago, when he confessed that he wanted to pursue Xu Ying, his best friend had shown a look of shock, rejection, and even a hint of disgust.
His dislike for Xu Ying deepened to the extreme.
“Our relationship may have hit rock bottom.”
“So, tell me—what should I do?”
I’m a psychological counselor, not a relationship coach, the man in white silently grumbled.
But following the principle that the customer is always right, he adjusted his reflective gold-rimmed glasses.
“There is a certain ethnic group in the Huayuan Federation. One of their great sages wrote a book called The Art of War—its strategy in warfare lies in: ‘Still as a mountain, swift as thunder.’”
Zhao Yicheng pondered over this and found it quite meaningful.
He looked up and said, “So you’re saying I should bide my time and act when the opportunity arises?”
The man in white neither nodded nor shook his head.
He simply smiled faintly.
Zhao Yicheng didn’t dig deeper into the riddle-like response.
He changed the topic and asked another question.
“About my friend again—lately his skin has been looking really good. Smooth and fair like a woman’s. What do you think is causing that?”
Last time, when he helped Xu Yinsheng apply medicine, he’d noticed how soft and delicate his friend’s skin was.
Thinking about it now still made his heart flutter.
It was an unbelievable kind of beauty—like a young girl’s skin, even smoother and more tender than that.
It made one instinctively want to look twice.
“Normal,” the man in white nodded.
“Creamy-skinned pretty boys are trending right now.”
“He has a faint fragrance about him.”
“Normal—men’s perfume.”
“He has… breasts.”
“Probably eating too much. Fat buildup. I’d recommend more exercise.”
“His legs are very fair, soft, and tender.”
“Good skincare.”
“He’s been acting strange lately,” Zhao Yicheng said, recalling Xu Yinsheng’s peculiar behavior and mannerisms lately—his expression odd.
“Everything he does has a touch of femininity.”
“Hmm…”
The man in white thought for a while, pen again at his chin.
He asked, “Has he always been alone?”
Zhao Yicheng recalled how his friend’s parents had rarely been around since he was young.
From elementary school to college, his social circle had always been very small—he barely interacted with anyone.
“Yes.”
“Would you say he’s lacking in love?”
Zhao Yicheng thought about the birthdays they had spent together—each time, little Yin would cry tears of gratitude.
“Yes.”
“Has he recently started liking body pillows or dolls?”
Zhao Yicheng remembered visiting his place recently and seeing a life-sized bear plushie on the sofa.
His best friend used to be into Gundam, but now he seemed obsessed with things young girls liked.
“Yes.”
“Then it’s confirmed. Mr. Zhao, have you ever heard of a certain subculture…”
The man in white adjusted his slightly slipping gold-rimmed glasses.
Two Flowers Bloom, Each with Their Own Story.
At the same time—
“Wuwu~ Why would I have such a dream!”
On the bed, a pajama-clad girl with a face full of embarrassment was punching and kicking a teddy bear plush.
Last night, Xu Yinsheng had a very strange and indescribable dream.
In it, two years had passed.
She had completely become a woman—long hair, wearing beautiful little dresses, spending her days sipping afternoon tea and nibbling on cookies.
Life was leisurely and pleasant.
In the dream, she also had a sweet, caring boyfriend.
They were deeply in love—going shopping together, watching movies, cooking meals.
She even understood all of her boyfriend’s kinks, and he was great in bed.
He gave her gifts too.
In the final scene of the dream, the two of them were cuddling in bed, and just as things were reaching that moment—
She suddenly saw clearly the face of the boyfriend on top of her…
Zhao Yicheng!
“Wuwu~”
Xu Yinsheng buried her little head in the teddy bear’s arms.
Desecration, desecration—blatant desecration!
How could she have such a dream?
That was her childhood best friend!
How could she possibly have thoughts like that about him?
After a while of beating up the teddy bear to vent, Xu Yinsheng felt tired.
She hugged the plush and rubbed against it affectionately—it was a gift sent two years ago by her parents, who lived abroad.
“What should I do in the future?”
She recalled how a few days ago Zhao Yicheng had personally said he wanted to pursue Xu Ying.
Her face burned at the thought—
Was that an indirect confession?
Was she really that attractive?
Just one encounter, and he was already going after his friend’s “wife” without hesitation?
Maybe… she should leave herself a way out.
The identity of “Xu Ying” was indeed fabricated.
But with a little money, this identity could become real.
If something unexpected really did happen in two years—
If she couldn’t carry heavy things or had no practical job skills, she could just go to Zhao Yicheng and ask to be taken in.
Eat his food, drink his drinks, play with him… her future life would still be worry-free.
Wuu~
Was that really a backup plan?
No, that sounded more like begging for a sugar daddy—she would definitely get her ass kicked.
She thought about it for a while but still had no clue what to do.
Xu Yinsheng didn’t know what the future held, but she had one idea:
Tell Zhao Yicheng everything—
As her best friend, he would definitely help her.
In the end, she shook her head.
Forget it.
What she didn’t know was that the decision she made in this moment would become a lifelong regret—one she would spend the rest of her life trying to make up for.
She took out her phone, opened a forum thread, and began typing on the keyboard, sending the same message as she had day after day: “OP, are you there? I really know I was wrong. I won’t dare again. Please change me back.”
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