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“Homosexuality was removed from the disease classification system by the American Psychological Association in 1973, it’s not a pathology.”

Li Zhen stopped roaring, and looked at Xiao Qian with surprise. Yu Minglang raised his eyebrows.

“One’s sexual neuropathic subtype is congenital, determining whether you love men or women. Homosexuality is a prank played by the creator, but it’s a prank that troubles your heart, making you feel unbalanced, doesn’t it?”

Li Zhen nodded passively; every word Xiao Qian said hit his heart.

“Being discriminated against is heartbreaking. At night, when you’re alone, you feel the injustice of creation. Even when you see couples, your heart feels uncomfortable. Your parents’ 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.”

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 Qian’s rhythm.

“Ni Jianren is the only one who understands you, he can tolerate and accept you, and he believes in you unconditionally…”

As Xiao Qian mentioned Ni Jianren, Li Zhen’s eyes reddened, and she continued.

“You 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 love…”

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.

“He begged me, crying…” Li Zhen recalled that moment, burying his face in his hands in pain.

Xiao Qian’s voice remained gentle, almost saintly in its compassion, if one didn’t notice the hostile glance she gave Yu Minglang.

“Cry then, let out your vulnerability. After you cry, your body will feel lighter, but your guilt will grow heavier. Your tears can’t wash away your sins…”

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 didn’t originally intend to do so, but they lost their reason when stirred up.

If Li Zhen were Xiao Qian’s 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.

“In the rain, do you have any beautiful memories with Ni Jianren?” Xiao Qian looked out the window. When she arrived, it hadn’t been raining yet. The summer rain came suddenly, as if the heavens were helping her.

“The first time we met, he asked me for an umbrella…” Li Zhen’s eyes glazed over.

Xiao Qian sneered, thinking of how similar it was to their past life. She didn’t forget how she had killed Ni Jianren then, and she knew all the details.

“At that time, you never thought that this seemingly harmless man would do so many cruel things, did you?”

“No! Jianren is not at fault! It’s you who forced us!” 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 Zhen’s every move was within Xiao Qian’s 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.

“You know very well that his situation is not your fault, nor society’s, but simply his own doing. Homosexuality is not a disease, but Ni Jianren’s 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? Don’t use sexual orientation to mask character flaws. Scum will always be scum!”

Li Zhen’s pupils dilate as Xiao Qian’s words strike him.

“You know full well, you always have, you’re more aware than anything else.” Xiao Qian used a deepening memory method three times in a row, instilling her beliefs into Li Zhen.

“In 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?”

“Yes…”

“For the sake of so-called love, you harmed yourself and your parents. Li Zhen, you are a coward unable to face life. Remember today’s 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 weak…”

In Yu Minglang’s eyes, this moment had a powerful visual impact.

An unwavering life force burst from her petite body, poking Yu Minglang’s picky heart.

This woman should be his—no 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 Minglang’s 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 Zhen’s collar without hesitation, dragging him to the door and pushing him out.

Goodbye, Pikachu!