Stop Being Delusional

The notebook was neatly placed on the table, and the woman in the white coat with slightly curly hair sat beside it, seriously reading.

Her expression was focused, as if she were studying some professional literature.

Only the woman sitting opposite her knew that Qin Yun wasn’t reading any professional material but rather a short story based on dreams, a fictional narrative restructured from several dreams and real-life events.

Zhang Zhiyin’s expression remained calm.

She hadn’t come to persuade Qin Yun to break up with Fang Zhou, nor to offer her blessings.

She wanted Qin Yun to understand that her upcoming decisions could significantly impact the fate of several people.

Even though Zhang Zhiyin didn’t want to place her hopes on Qin Yun, she was a key figure in the dreams and couldn’t be avoided.

So, Zhang Zhiyin decisively chose to approach Qin Yun.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that the sound of a pin dropping could be heard. The two women’s breathing was audible to each other.

In contrast to Zhang Zhiyin’s calm demeanor, Qin Yun’s face grew increasingly serious.

Her expression became more and more grave, her willow-leaf eyebrows slowly knitting together.

She recognized the words, but why did the story they formed make her feel more and more alarmed?

After quickly reading through the entire story, Qin Yun snapped the notebook shut with a ‘snap.’

She took a deep breath, stood up, and took a sip of water from her thermos.

The cold water flowed down her throat, carrying a magical power.

It seemed to suppress the sudden surge of emotions.

“Finished reading. Do you have anything to say? If you want to scold me, that’s fine too.”

Zhang Zhiyin looked up at Qin Yun, hoping to glean something from her reaction.

Qin Yun finished her water, screwed the lid back on her thermos, and looked at the writer sitting motionless in the chair. She raised an eyebrow and said, “You say I’ll push Fang Zhou to the point of jumping off a building?”

Zhang Zhiyin shook her head and corrected her seriously.

“No, I didn’t say that. This is just a fictional story.

And it’s not just you; it’s everyone together pushing him to that point.”

Qin Yun found it both absurd and laughable.

Fang Zhou wasn’t someone with such poor endurance.

Moreover, Zhang Zhiyin’s story didn’t align with current developments at all.

She wrote that Fang Zhou got entangled with her, Qiao Sisi, Han Xi, Chu Xinran, and others because of the kidney source, but it led him to a point of no return.

The madness of several people almost tore him apart.

In the end, Fang Zhou couldn’t bear the pressure and jumped to his death.

While the beginning might be accurate, the latter part was entirely off.

With her around, how could Fang Zhou end up jumping off a building? At most, she would cut off his contact with the outside world.

As Qin Yun thought about it, she started to laugh.

No, she was the one currently with Fang Zhou.

She was the one helping him solve his problems.

How could those things happen?

They were going to be together for three months; how could she not win Fang Zhou over? How absurd!

“No wonder you’re a writer; your wild imagination is truly admirable.”

Qin Yun felt more at ease. She sat back down and started playing with her folding knife again.

Her tone was casual, as if she didn’t take Zhang Zhiyin’s story seriously at all.

“But your ending isn’t very satisfying.

How about changing it to me and Fang Zhou living happily ever after, reunited and blissful?”

As she spoke, a smile appeared on Qin Yun’s lips, and she couldn’t help but envision that scenario.

Ah, what a desirable ending.

Much better than the one just described.

“No, if you continue being delusional, that might be the final outcome.”

Zhang Zhiyin’s tone was heavier than ever.

Her expression was serious, as if frozen by the wind and frost.

She was telling the truth.

Because Qin Yun was a yandere, Zhang Zhiyin had already seen through it.

And the others were no pushovers either.

What a yandere might do could be terrifying.

To change Fang Zhou’s fate, she had to start with these yanderes.

Even though Zhang Zhiyin felt that reasoning with a yandere was like a fairy tale, she had to try.

Especially since she hadn’t had any dreams recently, limiting the information she could gather.

What if it worked?

Unfortunately, Qin Yun didn’t take her words to heart.

The woman slowly stood up, opened the door, and made a gesture for Zhang Zhiyin to leave.

“Thank you for coming, but I’m not satisfied with this story.”

“I have work to do, so I won’t keep you. I have patients coming in soon.”

“If we get a chance, we can discuss this further at a café.”

With the invitation to leave, Zhang Zhiyin didn’t stay any longer.

Her goal for today was achieved; she had planted a seed in Qin Yun’s mind. When it would sprout depended on timing.

As Zhang Zhiyin stepped out of the room, she heard the woman behind her softly say,

“Even if what you wrote is true, I’ll personally take care of his body.”