Quick Transmigration: Let Me Tell You, I'm a Social Anxiety Person

She grabbed her ID card and wallet and stormed out the door.

It wasn't that she lost the courage to be in the same room with a corpse after the impulse, but rather that she felt her life was about to end, so she might as well enjoy the last moments.

She went to the most upscale restaurants, stayed in the most expensive hotels, and even went into the dance floors of bars, but the nauseating smell of alcohol always reminded her of her father, and she would leave after only a few minutes.

Several days passed. She hadn't turned on the air conditioner when she left home, so her body should have gradually decomposed and been discovered. But after waiting for a long time, the police still didn't come knocking.

Have all the neighbors and people who pass by her house lost their sense of smell? Have they all gone blind?

As if driven by some premonition, she returned home and stood downstairs. The smell of the dirty ditch mingled with the rotting garbage cans scattered not far away.

She looked up and suddenly realized that it wasn't that no one smelled the stench, but rather that the people here had gotten used to it, that they had all accepted it. From the very beginning, they had lived in a giant garbage dump, and their birth was their grave.

A person's unnatural death went unnoticed by society. During the seventy-two hours that time stood still, her father wasn't even counted in the population statistics.

Perhaps she too would die quietly, but she could not die here. She left her father's grave once more and wandered aimlessly through the streets.

The summer sun was scorching overhead, and she felt the moisture in her body being evaporated. She didn't know how long she had walked, but when she looked up, a shimmering expanse of water appeared before her.

She walked over, scooped up a handful of water, her throat parched, but she forgot to open her mouth to drink. The wide expanse of water reflected the lush green trees, like a real scene, with clouds falling into the water and frozen in another part of the sky.

Finally, she looked down blankly and saw herself reflected in the calm water.

She drew closer and closer to the sky reflected in the water, while the blue sky on earth shattered and turned into a mere illusion.

The green trees in the water still stretch out in a vast expanse, reaching to the other side of the world.

“They all say you jumped down yourself,” Wen Ying said. “Is that true?”

"I can't remember, I was already in a daze at that time."

Wen Ying looked at the woman's face. Her wet black hair hung down her body. The night wind blew, but she seemed oblivious to it and did not feel the cold.

But his face was still pale, as if he was trapped in some kind of emotion, unable to extricate himself, his face devoid of color.

“The moment you fell into the water, the passage to that world opened for you. No one knows what you did. Perhaps by letting go of the past, you can start anew,” Wen Ying said again.

"No!" the woman suddenly raised her voice, "The water is not a place of belonging either! When I returned there, I found that I had long been regarded as a painful past... abandoned."

Wen Ying's gaze remained calm; she neither echoed nor interrupted, waiting for her to continue.

"Can you imagine? That world is no different from everything you see now. It's an advanced society, orderly and peaceful. When I first arrived there, there were even people specifically there to guide and register me..."

"It's like the other side of a mirror. You have arms, and the person on the other side of the mirror has arms too. But when you raise your left hand, the person in the mirror extends their right hand. You look up at the sky, but they see the ocean."

"You walk on your feet, while they walk on their tails. The pearls and jewels you love are worthless there, because their tears are pearls."

“Perhaps these things cannot be measured in money.” Wen Ying smiled. “So, did you meet your former family there? The one you mentioned, the mother who left because of disappointment.”

The woman nodded slightly and turned her gaze to Liang Muxi.

The latter kept his eyes down, his expression unreadable. Since he finished speaking, he hadn't uttered a word. Despite it being a topic concerning his life and destiny, he seemed uninterested and didn't participate in the discussion at all.

She then turned to Wen Ying, who seemed unconcerned whether he spoke or not, even though everything they were saying had nothing to do with Wen Ying.

Liang Muxi was the most direct party involved, and also the kind of person she recognized at a glance.

But he seemed completely uninterested in his own identity. Not only was he uninterested, but when she pulled him aside to tell him about the hidden races on the other side of the world, there seemed to be a layer of barely perceptible hatred in Liang Muqi's calm gaze.

"Sorry, I have other things to do." He seemed to be in a hurry, glancing frequently at the gradually setting sun, and said without any lingering affection, "Unlike you, someone is waiting for me."

“My mother erased that memory and started a new family. Perhaps going to land was a stain on her life, and so it is on me, who inherited that man’s genes,” the woman said, coming back to her senses.

She already anticipated how ridiculous Wen Yingying's next move would be, so she kindly offered advice: "Therefore, you'd better not expect Liang Muxi's family to acknowledge him; such expectations are the root of misfortune."

“Thank you for the reminder. With this guide, our journey will surely be smoother,” Wen Ying said. “Now let’s talk about the changes in your mindset when facing so-called ‘fellow tribes.’ What made you go from wanting to be recognized at the beginning to being the way you are now?”

"Looking like this?" The woman tugged at the corners of her lips, revealing a smile. "Looking like what? Isn't it good that I'm helping him see reality clearly?"

"Don't put it so high and mighty. You're not trying to help others see reality clearly; you just don't want to suffer alone," Wen Ying said.

The woman's lips froze, and her chilling gaze fixed on her.

Wen Ying responded: "Solving problems is really too difficult, but if you do nothing, you'll feel a bit unwilling. So, it would be great if someone else was in the same pain, preferably even more pain than you, so that your misfortune would be overshadowed and you wouldn't seem so miserable—that's the kind of recognition and companionship you want."

Silence. Standing in silent confrontation.

The system moved its body and indicated the time to Wen Ying. Wen Ying picked up her phone and glanced at it. It was three in the morning. She didn't have much patience left to wait or procrastinate.

What happened between her and Liang Muxi was already roughly outlined in Wen Ying's mind—an anomaly who could no longer stay in the water and whose name had been erased on land met another person who was still struggling in reality.

She overheard Liang Muxi's mother passing away at the hospital and learned that his connection with the mainland was about to be severed. She couldn't understand why someone could calmly tell the culprit who caused all this, "I have never hated anyone," when facing an uncertain future.

She was also abandoned, but she was left with her alcoholic father and subjected to his scolding day after day.

Liang Muxi's mother didn't seem very responsible either; she was plagued by illness and had been a burden to Liang Muxi for a long time.

She needs to work to earn money, and Liang Muqi also needs to earn money for medical expenses, but why is it that she is in such a sorry state, while he can remain normal even when he is imprisoned?

Not only is it normal, it even glows.

His consecutive first-place ranking made him a model student whom teachers never had the heart to reprimand even if he skipped class; with his outstanding appearance, he was the subject of many glances, both overt and covert, and he brushed past so many youthful thoughts.

Everyone knows Liang Muqi, everyone admires Liang Muqi, everyone dislikes Liang Muqi, and everyone believes that Liang Muqi will live a happy and fulfilling life.

The word "smooth sailing" is too jarring.

She couldn't deny that she had been hurt by that kind of light.

“I know that all of this would have happened even without your intervention,” Wen Ying said, breaking the silence. “But this is someone else’s life, and you shouldn’t interfere. You owe Liang Muxi an apology.”

"Do you think you haven't been interfering in his life without permission?" Hearing this, the woman raised her head and suddenly sneered, "Actually, I don't care about his success anymore. Now, what I hate most is you, who suddenly appeared in his life. You are the one who is truly superior and hurt me!"

"...What did I do now?"

These words caught Wen Ying off guard, causing her to stop uttering the words she had prepared. For a moment, she was a little confused, pointing to herself, "I don't think I've offended you, have I?"

Her pointing gesture also brought Liang Muxi's hand out.

Liang Muqi paused for a moment, as if suddenly coming to his senses, and turned his head to look at Wen Ying.

Unaware that something had gotten on her face—like a piece of leaf—Wen Ying grabbed one of his fingers and poked it against her face, trying to rub the leaf off.

Liang Muqi glanced at her hand again, her knuckles curled slightly, but she didn't pull them back, letting her hold it.

The woman in front of me was still saying, "I hate that you always greet him with a smile!"

Wen Ying glared back angrily: "I could have greeted you with a smile! Why didn't you speak to me properly?"

Woman: "I hate how you're always laughing and joking around, like you have nothing on your mind!"

Wen Ying: "Everyone has their worries, they just don't want to tell you. Not all people who are successful in life are carefree!"

"What worries could you possibly have? Have you ever experienced being completely isolated and helpless?"

"? Of course I've experienced that!"

Have you ever experienced a life where you are not loved? Your relatives and parents don't love you, nobody loves you! You simply can't empathize with that!

“Yes, I really can’t empathize, and I don’t need that kind of recognition.” Wen Ying’s tone softened, and she said calmly, “Because in this world, my family doesn’t exist.”

The sound stopped abruptly.

The woman seemed to be stunned for a moment, then suddenly opened her eyes wide.

Wen Ying had no time to pay attention to that. She turned her face away and noticed another, even more intense gaze fixed on her.

Liang Muqi lowered his head and looked deeply into her eyes, a gaze that pierced his soul, so familiar yet so distant.

They hadn't been apart for a moment these past few days, like two pieces of rubber that had suddenly melted, stuck tightly together. But now, being looked at like this by him, Wen Ying suddenly felt that she hadn't seen him for a long time.

She wanted to ask, when did things recover? And what caused it? Was it because of a certain sentence they exchanged? Or something else?

Will it disappear again? Will I still feel sad? Do you remember what happened a few days ago?

...Have you been thinking about me?

But there were just too many words to say, piling up on her lips. Wen Ying's lips moved, but in the end, she could only murmur his name: "Liang Muxi..."

The next moment, the hand she was holding suddenly tightened, and Liang Muqi pulled her into his arms, bending down to embrace her.

Liang Muqi's body temperature was close to her ear, and Wen Ying heard him respond. He also whispered behind her, "Wen Ying."

A splash—the sound of water rang out, and the naive koi, startled, swam away in all directions.

The system activated its stealth mode and flew back: 【Oh dear, do you two really have to be hugging like this? That person has run away! Should we go after them?】

Upon hearing this, Wen Ying stirred slightly and peered over Liang Muxi's shoulder at the pool. The water in the pool was calm in the night, and the resentful shadow had indeed disappeared.

[I won't pursue her.] She lowered her head again, leaning against Liang Muqi, feeling relieved, and realizing that no matter what, this embrace was the most important thing right now. [Next time we meet, I'll make her cry and apologize to me.]

After hugging for a while, Wen Ying felt it was time to get down to business and nudged Liang Muxi's arm.

Liang Muqi let go of her and pulled up her coat, which had slipped off her shoulder again.

Wen Ying said, "This coat is yours."

"Hmm." Liang Muqi pulled the strands of hair that had gotten into her collar out and carefully smoothed them with her eyes downcast. "I know."

“Oh…” Wen Ying looked at his movements, “So you recognized the style of the clothes, or because you remembered what I said to you in the car?”

Liang Muqi looked at her, his gaze calm. After a moment, he said, "I remember everything."

"Do you remember everything? What you said when you turned into a little fish?" Wen Ying tilted her head back and smiled. "Then tell me, what did we go out for?"

"To explore the mystery of my origins," Liang Muqi said, raising the corners of his lips slightly.

He stared at her, then looked away after a few seconds.

Liang Muqi's voice carried a hint of helplessness, as if he were sighing: "Although I really didn't want to, some things... seem to be beyond my control, and I still managed to show you my embarrassing side."

“I don’t like you saying that. It’s cute to become Liang Muqi’s little fish.” Wen Ying raised her hand, her fingertips lightly touching Liang Muqi’s lips.

Liang Muqi stopped speaking, looked down at her fingertips, and gently breathed on them. Wen Ying paused, then pulled her fingers back.

"Anyway... as long as you understand what I mean." Wen Ying coughed lightly, turned her head to look at the shadows of the trees in the distance, and after a while, saw the overlapping shadows of people on the ground.

She continued, "I get along very well with Xiaoyu Liang Muxi. He loves learning and is polite. He is also very enthusiastic about cleaning. We were both very satisfied with each other during the few days we spent at home together."

“Satisfied,” Liang Muqi said softly, repeating the word.

Wen Ying glanced at him and felt that the way he repeated what others said was somewhat similar to Liang Muqi in his mermaid form.

"Alright—now for the second question, to determine if you possess all of Little Fish's memories."

Liang Muqi gave a "whatever you want" look, and Wen Ying cleared her throat: "What did we have for dinner on our first day of staying at home?"

"Fish." Liang Muqi chuckled as if remembering something. "I don't know how to use chopsticks."

“Yeah, your hands were all injured back then, so it was inconvenient for you to pick up chopsticks.” Wen Ying patted him, a comforting gesture.

Liang Muqi turned to look at her and greeted her warmly, "The third question: What's your favorite style of pants?"

“…Black jeans.” Liang Muqi answered hesitantly, raising her hand to rub the bridge of her nose. “I don’t remember buying any jeans like that.”

"It's probably what Auntie bought. She has such a trendy eye." Wen Ying smiled. "Alright, the assessment is almost over. There's only one question left before we're done."

"Please speak," Liang Muqi said, a smile curving his lips.

“This question is a bit difficult, and some people may not want to answer it. You can stop here.” Wen Ying looked at him and said slowly, “If you say stop, I will stop; if you say start, we will start. There will be no element of reluctance involved.”

Liang Muqi hummed in agreement, his gaze fixed on Wen Ying. He appeared calm, but for some reason, there was a subtle tension in his eyes.