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

The little fox opened its eyes, tried a kip-up... and flopped back down. It had no choice but to get up slowly and steadily.

Its fluffy white fur made it look exceptionally soft and adorable.

Its glittering eyes seemed to be begging for mercy as it looked at Wen Ying.

"You don’t want to stay in the cage?"

The little fox nodded, though the motion looked a bit clumsy.

Before meeting this little fox, Wen Ying had never seen a Fox Immortal. She had, of course, heard the legends, but this was the first time she’d laid eyes on one—let alone one she had held and threatened.

It wasn’t as terrifying as the legends claimed.

’In fact, it’s actually quite well-behaved?’

But this well-behaved act had to be just for show. After all, possessing a person without consent was an act that crossed a fundamental line.

Wen Ying already knew the answer, but she still wanted to ask directly. "Are you really a Fox Immortal?"

The adorable little fox looked at Wen Ying, nodded, then quickly shook its head.

Wen Ying almost laughed. "Relax. I’m not going to kill you, punish you, or threaten you."

The adorable little fox stared at Wen Ying and thought. This human was so powerful, yet he, for some reason, was still so weak.

Logically, after absorbing so much energy, he should have already recovered.

But now, he didn’t have a shred of power in his body. The only thing that set him apart from an ordinary fox was probably his newfound sentience.

The Fox Immortal probably didn’t know that the main culprit behind his failure to recover was this very woman before him, the depths of whose cultivation he couldn’t begin to fathom.

With that in mind, the Fox Immortal nodded again.

He was the Fox Immortal!

He was a being of legend!

He was the high and mighty Fox Immortal, worshiped by humans to protect their homes!

"Are all you Fox Immortals this useless?" Wen Ying was genuinely curious. The landlady had been making offerings for so many years, and the results were... difficult to describe.

The Fox Immortal was dumbfounded by Wen Ying’s question. ’What does this human mean?’

’We Fox Immortals are incredibly powerful!’

’My ancestors once protected the homes of many high-ranking officials!’

’Their promotions and riches were all because they worshiped a Fox Immortal!’

’Such a powerful Fox Immortal, and this human calls me useless?’

Seeing the little fox staring blankly, Wen Ying continued, "You’ve enjoyed their offerings for decades. What have you ever done for them?"

The Fox Immortal wanted to argue, but then it occurred to him that he probably should feel ashamed.

He had only just woken up recently. So, while he had been worshiped all this time, he hadn’t brought any benefits to the person making the offerings.

That didn’t fit the legends of the Great Immortals.

The Fox Immortal wilted, suddenly feeling like he had brought shame upon his entire lineage.

’If I ascend and meet my ancestors someday, all the other Fox Immortals will talk about the incredible things they did for the families that worshiped them!’

’And what will I say? That the family who worshiped me lived a particularly miserable life?’

’Her husband died, her son left home, and the woman was left all alone...’

’No matter how you look at it, I’m a jinx.’

’I thought I’d recovered my powers when I woke up, but it was just a moment of false hope. And now, I’ve run into...’

Suddenly, Wen Ying saw the little fox’s eyes begin to shimmer with tears.

Two small teardrops rolled from the corners of the little fox’s eyes. It suddenly let out a single sound, "Yip~"

A wave of emotion rose from it, so strong that it even affected Wen Ying’s perception.

’The little fox is sad???’

That was Wen Ying’s first thought.

Then, she saw the little fox suddenly turn its back to her, sit down on the table, and begin to tremble.

It looked like a little furball crying.

Perhaps because it had spent so many years just eating and never working, the little furball was a bit chubby, which made it look even more adorable.

Its appearance, combined with its expression and movements, was enough to make one’s heart ache for it.

"Don’t cry. You’re still young. You can follow me for now. As for the mistakes you’ve made, I’ll find a chance for you to make up for them."

Wen Ying’s voice was soft, with a gentle, coaxing tone that was pleasant and almost tickled the ears.

The Fox Immortal, who was already eighty years old in fox years, spun around, leaped up, and landed again, nodding frantically at Wen Ying.

He also felt that he was still too young. ’Kids make mistakes, right? You can’t be so harsh on a kid.’

"Can you talk?"

"Yip~"

"Do you have a name?"

"Yip yip~"

"Then from now on, your name will be... Little White. How about that?"

"Yip yip yip~"

The Fox Immortal, Little White, seemed overjoyed to hear this name.

He even ran to Wen Ying’s side and nuzzled her arm, trying to curry favor.

Since Little White was now one of her own, Wen Ying decided to tell him the truth.

"That energy you devoured after waking up? I burned it away. That power was too sinister. It’s not suitable for someone as cute as you, understand?"

Little White nodded. He understood. He understood very well.

"Now, let’s talk about the landlady—the one who’s been making offerings to you."

Wen Ying took out the photo the landlady had given her. The boy in the picture looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, probably in high school at the time.

But he already had thick brows, large eyes, and a dignified, upright appearance.

"This is the landlady’s son. He’s the only family she has left, but it seems he left home many years ago and has never returned. I don’t know what caused the rift between them, but since you’ve enjoyed the landlady’s offerings for decades, you should do something for her, don’t you agree?"

Little White nodded. He had always felt indebted to the landlady. If he could make it up to her, he wouldn’t have to live with this guilt.

For the Fox Immortal clan, this was a debt of gratitude that must be repaid.

’Now that my master has laid it all out, if I can accomplish this, won’t I have repaid the landlady?’

’Then I’ll be able to follow my master openly and honorably!’

"I tried to ask the landlady, but she wasn’t willing to tell me. She isn’t my patient, so I can’t just go prying into... or deducing her past."

"Yip yip yip~ Yip yip yip~"

"You have something to say?"

Little White nodded nonstop. He knew! He wanted to say it!

"But I can’t understand your language. What a pity."

"Yip yip yip~ Yip yip yip~ Yip yip yip~" Little White suddenly pointed a paw at the paper on the desk.

Wen Ying brought the paper over and placed it in front of him. Little White looked at the paper, frustrated, and then tried tracing on it with his paw, but it left no mark.

He looked up at Wen Ying and once again pointed his paw at something.

"You want my pen?"

The ballpoint pen in Wen Ying’s hair bun.

Wen Ying reached up and took the ballpoint pen out. Little White gripped the pen with his paws and began to write on the paper, carefully, stroke by stroke.

His movements were slow, almost laborious, but he didn’t give up.

A moment later, Wen Ying watched as a series of crooked characters began to appear on the paper—