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âHomosexuality was removed from the disease classification system by the American Psychological Association in 1973, itâs not a pathology.â
Li Zhen stopped roaring, and looked at Xiao Qian with surprise. Yu Minglang raised his eyebrows.
âOneâs sexual neuropathic subtype is congenital, determining whether you love men or women. Homosexuality is a prank played by the creator, but itâs a prank that troubles your heart, making you feel unbalanced, doesnât it?â
Li Zhen nodded passively; every word Xiao Qian said hit his heart.
âBeing discriminated against is heartbreaking. At night, when youâre alone, you feel the injustice of creation. Even when you see couples, your heart feels uncomfortable. Your parentsâ pressure for you to get married, hiding your true self in front of others, all of it weighs heavily on your body and tires your soul.â
Xiao Qian walked around him; her voice was gentle, and her breath was soft. Sometimes, her voice would suddenly get very quiet. To hear clearly, one had to focus closely. As Li Zhen concentrated all his attention, he was already being led by Xiao Qianâs rhythm.
âNi Jianren is the only one who understands you, he can tolerate and accept you, and he believes in you unconditionallyâ¦â
As Xiao Qian mentioned Ni Jianren, Li Zhenâs eyes reddened, and she continued.
âYou blame yourself for not protecting him. You came to vent your emotions at Yu Minglang not because you hate him, but because you hate yourself for not being able to protect the one you loveâ¦â
For the last sentence, she wanted to speak into his ear- an effective method for attacking the heart. However, Yu Minglang grabbed her arm without leaving a trace and dragged her back two steps before she could get too close.
Petty! Xiao Qian glared at him, gesturing with her hand behind her back for him to stop interfering. Considering his thick skin, she showed him her middle finger after making the gesture. Yu Minglang almost laughed out loud.
âHe begged me, cryingâ¦â Li Zhen recalled that moment, burying his face in his hands in pain.
Xiao Qianâs voice remained gentle, almost saintly in its compassion, if one didnât notice the hostile glance she gave Yu Minglang.
âCry then, let out your vulnerability. After you cry, your body will feel lighter, but your guilt will grow heavier. Your tears canât wash away your sinsâ¦â
Li Zhen truly began to cry.
Yu Minglang watched his girl throw Li Zhen into disarray with just a few words, stroking his chin. It seemed her claim that she could cure Zheng Xu was no joke.
When people are sad and angry, they produce tryptophan hydroxylase, which directly affects their IQ, making them easily controlled by external forces. Many criminals commit crimes of passion. They didnât originally intend to do so, but they lost their reason when stirred up.
If Li Zhen were Xiao Qianâs patient, after guiding him to this state, her last words should have been to lighten his guilt, but she said the opposite.
Never offend a psychologist, really.
âIn the rain, do you have any beautiful memories with Ni Jianren?â Xiao Qian looked out the window. When she arrived, it hadnât been raining yet. The summer rain came suddenly, as if the heavens were helping her.
âThe first time we met, he asked me for an umbrellaâ¦â Li Zhenâs eyes glazed over.
Xiao Qian sneered, thinking of how similar it was to their past life. She didnât forget how she had killed Ni Jianren then, and she knew all the details.
âAt that time, you never thought that this seemingly harmless man would do so many cruel things, did you?â
âNo! Jianren is not at fault! Itâs you who forced us!â Li Zhen suddenly regained clarity and roared at Xiao Qian.
Yu Minglang had been enjoying the scene, but when he saw Li Zhen yell at Xiao Qian, he wanted to punch him. However, Xiao Qian slapped his wrist and cast a warning glare.
Back off! Hitting him now would only help him clear his mind. Get lost!
Yu Minglang obediently held his nose and stayed put as a background wall after being glared at by her.
Li Zhenâs every move was within Xiao Qianâs calculations. His roaring now was just a desperate struggle. She had seen many patients like this. At this point, those who yelled were trying to convince not just Xiao Qian, but also themselves.
âYou know very well that his situation is not your fault, nor societyâs, but simply his own doing. Homosexuality is not a disease, but Ni Jianrenâs extreme selfishness is pathological. You only see how others discriminate against your sexual orientation but fail to see that many others are being mocked and ridiculed for their poverty, illness, disabilities, and other irresistible factors. Have those people killed or set fires for vengeance? Donât use sexual orientation to mask character flaws. Scum will always be scum!â
Li Zhenâs pupils dilate as Xiao Qianâs words strike him.
âYou know full well, you always have, youâre more aware than anything else.â Xiao Qian used a deepening memory method three times in a row, instilling her beliefs into Li Zhen.
âIn the rain, do you only have memories with that bitch? When you went to school, did your parents pick you up in the rain? Did you feel the vitality of the roadside grass in the rain? Did you ever feel the freshness of the air after the rain?â
âYesâ¦â
âFor the sake of so-called love, you harmed yourself and your parents. Li Zhen, you are a coward unable to face life. Remember todayâs rain; every time it rains in the future, you will bear the pressure from the depths of your heart. Listen, the raindrops fall, the fate that strangles your throat. This is the retribution for your violence against the weakâ¦â
In Yu Minglangâs eyes, this moment had a powerful visual impact.
An unwavering life force burst from her petite body, poking Yu Minglangâs picky heart.
This woman should be hisâno one else could keep her in check. At this moment, Yu Minglang felt good about himself, completely ignoring the fact that he had just been stared down by her.
His emotions were brewing, and physically, his gaze on Xiao Qian grew more intense.
Xiao Qian was wondering how to break Li Zhen completely, making him unable to marry a woman in this lifetime, and making him shiver each time it rained. It was also possible to make him develop social phobia using Morita Therapy.
She accidentally glanced at Yu Minglangâs hormone-raging eyes. What was his problem? She was enjoying herself, and he looked like a starving wretch. While she was distracted, Yu Minglang seized the opportunity to act first.
Yu Minglang grabbed Li Zhenâs collar without hesitation, dragging him to the door and pushing him out.
Goodbye, Pikachu!