Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate

Chaochao’s mother recalled the last time she saw Chaochao.

Chaochao’s words and actions didn’t seem like those of her daughter. Her daughter was so young; she couldn’t possibly understand such things.

But the Chaochao she saw last time seemed to understand everything.

When Chaochao was leaving, she had also told her that Chaochao was still Chaochao.

But a doubt had always lingered in her heart, and today, she finally voiced it.

"Chaochao is still Chaochao."

"But..."

"I know what you’re thinking. You feel like Chaochao isn’t acting like a child, right?"

Chaochao’s mother nodded. Her Chaochao was just a child, a little kid who had just started elementary school.

"Since you’ve come to accept the mysterious side of this world, then you should also be able to accept that before becoming your daughter, your Chaochao likely had other experiences."

"Doctor Wen, are you talking about a past life? Do people really have past lives?"

Wen Ying smiled but didn’t answer the question.

"But my Chaochao... Could it be that she remembered things from her past life, and that’s why she’s changed?"

"Chaochao’s mother, as long as you know she is still your Chaochao, isn’t that enough?"

"Thank you, Doctor Wen. I understand now."

Yes, Chaochao was still her Chaochao. That was enough.

Why be greedy and wish for Chaochao to be her baby in every lifetime?

One can’t be too greedy; you have to learn to be content.

Recalling how Chaochao, when she left, just wanted her mother to live on happily, a smile involuntarily appeared on Chaochao’s mother’s face.

When Qin Hanyun returned, Wen Ying poked holes through the little wooden figures and threaded red strings through them.

Chaochao’s mother immediately put the item around her neck. Seeing his sister act so decisively, Qin Hanyun put his on as well.

After Chaochao’s mother and Qin Hanyun left, Zhang Wenliang came to the clinic to say goodbye to Wen Ying.

Bringing his Lonely Brave with him.

"Sister Wen Ying, if you ever need to expand your business, please don’t forget to look for me. Even though I’m focused on my studies, I still have time to introduce some high-quality clients to you," Zhang Wenliang said, thinking of the two people he saw leaving Sister Wen Ying’s clinic as he arrived.

As he was about to leave, Wen Ying looked at Zhang Wenliang and, in the end, stuffed a peach blossom charm into his hand.

"This is a peach blossom charm. You can give it to someone, but whatever you do, don’t use it on yourself."

Wen Ying always held firm to the belief that genius pretty boys belonged to the nation.

*

Once everyone had left,

Wen Ying took out the paper versions of blades and spears she had drawn for Uncle Zhang and headed toward his sundry shop.

When Uncle Zhang saw Wen Ying, he lifted the fruit platter in front of him. "Little Ying, have some fruit. That person from just now, did you send him over?"

"You could say he’s one of my patients," Wen Ying said, spearing a piece of dragon fruit with a small fork.

"No wonder. He bought quite a bit of red string alone, plus some other things. I gave him a discount."

Wen Ying just smiled, not saying something like "You shouldn’t have given a discount."

Uncle Zhang and people like him were simple and honest; they wouldn’t think of selling things at a higher price to make a bigger profit off you.

Instead, when you bought a lot, they would give you a direct discount to let you save a little money.

Taking the items Wen Ying handed him, Uncle Zhang put them away. After asking Wen Ying about the procedures for the burning ritual, he began to prepare.

Burning these things also took a toll on Uncle Zhang’s physical constitution, so he had to eat and drink his fill. He also needed to prepare a certain amount of protein for replenishment at any time, to make sure he didn’t completely drain his body.

After Wen Ying left, Uncle Zhang closed up his shop and took the items home.

He discussed burning these things for Old Sir Zhang with his wife. They had originally planned to burn them on the day of the Ghost Festival, but upon reflection, they felt that wasn’t safe enough.

A situation like Old Sir Zhang’s had already occurred. What if one day a lot of these unknown things appeared and it became dangerous?

So, it was better to prepare in advance.

The two of them conferred and decided to do the burning tonight!

*

That night, lying in bed, Wen Ying stared at the screen that had appeared before her and reconfirmed, "System, are you sure there won’t be any accidents this time? Are you sure it won’t malfunction like last time?"

[Rest assured, Host. The one million reputation value was not spent for nothing. But...]

"Spit it out."

[Host needs to be a bit more civilized! In the eyes of others, Host is a great beauty! How can you use such vulgar language?]

"If you won’t say it, then forget it."

[But Host needs to start a livestream!] The system’s tone was full of smug satisfaction.

As expected, Wen Ying was a little stunned after hearing this.

A livestream?

Starting a livestream wasn’t a problem, but the system’s meaning was clearly not just to start a simple livestream.

It wanted her to livestream while she was watching the events on Old Sir Zhang’s side.

’Is this something that can be livestreamed?’

’Is the system sure this era is suitable for livestreaming such a bloody... oh no, such a materialistic-worldview-shattering scene?’

"System, are you sure this livestream content can get approved? If something goes wrong, will you take full responsibility?"

[This is the Host’s mission. The system cannot act on the Host’s behalf. We hope the Host will be a little stronger! The host of the farming system next door even livestreamed a talking tiger!]

Wen Ying: "..."

’As expected of a system. There’s nothing they can’t do, only things humans can’t imagine.’

’Since it’s a mission, then I guess... I’ll stream it.’

’But, if it’s a mission, there should be a reward, right?’

[Rest assured, Host. As long as you stream for 30 minutes, you will receive a gift from the system~ The Host will definitely like it.]

’Fine then.’

Seeing that it was approaching 11:30, Wen Ying tidied up and took a nice, long, hot bath.

She put on a new set of pajamas, tied up her hair, and put her ballpoint pen back in its place.

"Well then, let’s start the stream~" A glint of mischief flashed in Wen Ying’s eyes.

[Megaphone: DOCTOR WEN IS FINALLY STREAMING!!!!]

[I can’t believe Doctor Wen still remembers she’s a streamer. I’m so touched!]

[She’s been a trending topic for days, but Doctor Wen was nowhere to be found. I was starting to think Doctor Wen... Ptooey, ptooey! Doctor Wen is perfectly fine now!]

[A day without you feels like three years! Doctor Wen, I’ve waited three lifetimes for you~ I’ve finally found you!]

[I’m going to tell all my classmates and all my friends to come watch Doctor Wen’s stream right now!]

[Why is Doctor Wen streaming so late at night? Most people are probably asleep at this hour, right? I’m so glad I decided to be a night owl today!]

[Didn’t she always stream during the day before? It seems like ever since the bus incident, Doctor Wen has been intentionally or unintentionally streaming at night. Is there some deeper meaning to this?]

[Doctor Wen probably never expected that her casual streams would end up having Detective Conan vibes!]

[So tonight, are we going to see something that gets... BLEEP---censored?]

Wen Ying watched with a smile as more than 10,000 people instantly flooded the stream room. The online viewer count was still climbing rapidly, showing no signs of stopping.

"Welcome... my Fireflies, to Doctor Wen’s livestream~"

[Oh man! I’m tearing up! For a second there, when Doctor Wen paused, I was terrified she was about to call us ’patients.’ Who knows this feeling?]

[Same as above! A huge weight just lifted off my shoulders! I don’t want to be one of Doctor Wen’s patients, I just want to be a quiet little Firefly~]

The bullet comments refreshed in a continuous stream. Watching them, Wen Ying would be lying if she said she wasn’t moved.

"Today, I’m going to show everyone something new..."