She has hundreds of thousands of supernatural powers, but she always says she is weak.

Zuo Xiuyan had noticed the signs long ago, but she hadn't taken any action.

Whether it's from friends, homework, or teachers...

If you want to intervene, there are more than a dozen opportunities to do so, and dozens of ways to make changes.

But, of all this, the most important thing is...

It's not about what you want to do.

Rather, does Xiong Yu'an need it?

Xiong Yu'an's body and life are her own.

Zuo Xiuyan does not believe he has the right to "point fingers" or even "forcefully interfere," nor should he do so.

Yu An has her own way of dealing with things, her own unique strength, and her own methods for regulating her emotions.

Although it was painful, she persevered and never gave up.

Yu An did her best to live a good life and stay here.

Even if Xiong Yu'an is in pain herself, she is willing not to cause trouble for others; she has a gentle heart.

Xiong Yu'an cherishes and treasures things, and for this she overcame her fear of communicating with people in order to find them; she has a brave heart.

Xiong Yu'an is willing to give her money, time, and energy for her friends; she has a sincere heart.

Xiong Yu'an has been searching for a way to get along with her mother and father in her family. She has things she wants to uphold and is trying to find ways to achieve them. She is wise and has a never-give-up attitude.

She has always been good and hardworking.

Zuo Xiuyan never denied this.

Zuo Xiuyan trusted that she could handle these things well, even if many of her actions seemed cowardly, powerless, incompetent, or even useless to many people.

The standards of the world tell people what is right, what is good, and what should be done.

She didn't do it, which is the same as not handling it at all, is that bad?

If Xiong Yu'an doesn't receive the same sincere response, does that mean what he did before was wrong?

Was her gentleness and politeness wrong?

Is it wrong that she doesn't want to clash with her parents, doesn't want to be angry, and doesn't dare to be angry?

Is it wrong for her not to make a futile rebuttal when she is under pressure from a high authority and has no evidence?

No, even so, she is still "good".

Possession, isn't it a denial of Xiong Yu'an?

Because I think you're not capable, I'll take over.

Because I think you can't do it, I'm the one who's going to teach you.

Zuo Xiuyan never wanted things to be this way, so he has never controlled Xiong Yu'an, neither on the first day nor today.

Therefore, even when they met, he never said a word about how Xiong Yu'an should behave.

All I can do is listen.

Give Xiong Yu'an a sense of security, the respect she wants, the freedom she desires, and the trust she craves.

This applies to relationships between people, especially between friends, and even more so to deeper relationships—between parents and children.

As a psychologist, this is how one should treat clients; it is also a psychologist's responsibility and professional ethics.

When a client confides their pain, it's never meant for the therapist to find out and give them a lecture.

Zuo Xiuyan neither ignores nor belittles suffering.

Zuo Xiuyan was waiting for Xiong Yu'an.

I'm always here when you need me.

I won't act on my own initiative if you don't need me.

The choice of possession card has always been yours.

You can summon me anytime.

I await your call.

……

With mixed emotions, Xiong Yu'an returned to his seat and spent the rest of the class in a state of confusion.

As the school bell rang, she sat there, watching the figures run out of the classroom.

On the side of the brightly colored backpack, a brand-new and exquisite ornament sways precariously.

The shaking made her breathe a little slower.

Xiong Yu'an lowered his head, hugging his all-black schoolbag, and slowly touched it.

When most of the people had left, she got up, slung her bag over her back, pushed her chair back, adjusted her pace according to the patterns she could use as a reference, and walked out of the school gate.

They arrived at the stationery store and stood in front of the fighting black bear.

She remained as infatuated as ever, standing there for a long time, oblivious to the passage of time, before gradually lowering her eyes.

[Differentiation Rate: 21%]

[Differentiation Rate: 23%]

It just dropped, and immediately rose again.

The comforting object had less of a calming effect on her than yesterday, and even triggered more negative memories.

[Dark Moon Winter - Battle Black Bear Plush Toy, originally 210 yuan, now 99 yuan, special offer! Only 2 days left! Only 1 piece remaining.]

[This item will be removed from the shelves tomorrow! Buy now while supplies last!]

Xiong Yu'an's emotions were churning.

One day less, just one more day. Tomorrow will be the last time we see each other.

I won't be able to see the things I like anymore soon.

It's also unavailable.

Perhaps I should have had the money to buy it.

In the end, you get nothing, whether it's something so expensive or something worthless that's been given away in bulk.

So many, so many, I don't even deserve one.

Nothing I do will make a difference; nobody listens, nobody cares.

The character "御" isn't actually that hard to write, is it?

But why did he write "jade" instead of "jade"? Why doesn't he care and refuse to correct it even after I point it out?

Is it because of a bad name?

Or maybe it's because I'm bad, like this name, no one cares if I misspell it, and no one will change it.

Mom will still stuff food into her mouth, Dad will still come in, the teacher will always remember that she didn't do her homework, and her notebook will never be found...

Xiong Yu'an zipped up his school uniform, repeatedly aligning it with the V shape, but he always felt it was just a little bit off.

Why is it inaccurate?

An indescribable sense of anxiety, frustration, and grievance welled up inside me.

"Gurgle..." Her stomach rumbled softly; she was hungry.

Xiong Yu'an did not linger for long, and did not even look back at the black bear as he had done before.

When she arrived at her doorstep, she composed herself and went inside.

I saw several unfamiliar shoes casually dragged out the doorway.

Xiong Yu'an knew who it belonged to, and subconsciously frowned.

The loud laughter and children's shouts that echoed from the living room confirmed this.

Xiong Yu'an changed his shoes and went inside.

"Oh, Yu'an's back," Dad waved and said, "Your uncle's here."

Xiong Yu'an said, "Hello, Uncle."

The middle-aged man, who looked remarkably like my father, nodded and smiled kindly, "Okay. Have you eaten yet?"

"No, wait..." Xiong Yu'an was about to say, "Wait until you all arrive so we can have dinner together."

Mom got up and said, "I'll cook you some instant noodles."

Without waiting for Xiong Yu'an's reply, he walked towards the kitchen.

Xiong Yu'an's heart sank as he sensed something and turned to look back.

On the dining table next to the kitchen, there were piles of used bowls and plates, with some scraps left inside, and chopsticks covered in oil lying crookedly.

"Your relatives are coming tomorrow, so head home early and don't linger on the way," Dad said yesterday.

Xiong Yu'an didn't dawdle or drag her feet today; she returned much faster than usual.

But there were no dishes left.

She clutched her stomach.

It felt like two giant fists were squeezing her. She was even hungrier. Even though she hadn't been stuffed with food, why did it hurt even more?

Mom, I don't want instant noodles...