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

With a "bang," the cup slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Wen Ying was pulled out of her bizarre dream and found that she had actually taken a nap on the balcony.

She hadn't slept for long, only half an hour. It was still dark, and Zhou Yuxing hadn't appeared, or rather—the Zhou Yuxing from her dream hadn't appeared. Wen Ying had read this memory herself.

She felt a subtle loneliness, and a bit of absurdity. If things continued like this, she would only become more and more unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, and might even turn into a madwoman struggling in her fantasies. But she couldn't control herself and was making the image of "Zhou Yuxing" more and more real.

It was as if he truly lived in his own heart.

Wen Ying shook her head, clearing her mind of the jumbled thoughts, and leaned against the windowsill, looking down.

The water cup just fell from the tenth floor, which is considered a high-altitude fall. I wonder if it hit anyone.

But it's the middle of the night now, and it's so cold outside, so I doubt anyone would choose to go out for a stroll at this time.

My gaze swept across the debris; the road was deserted. Suddenly, a calico cat flashed by, carrying something in its mouth, and disappeared into the nearby green belt.

The cat had just crawled inside when it jumped out again, its mouth already empty, and it meowed in a certain direction.

Wen Ying looked in the direction of the cat's meow and saw a few sparse tree shadows on the ground, swaying in the cold wind.

There was a motionless figure in the shadows, knees slightly bent, the zipper of his black coat half-open, with several distressed scratches on it, his pants were also ripped, and he was wearing a pair of combat boots that didn't match his fashionable style.

The cat approached hesitantly, purring and tilting its head, trying to rub against his hand, but he stood up and avoided this intimate gesture.

Wen Ying watched his movements, as if driven by something, her heart pounding uneasily, her eyes unable to look away.

The cat shrank back timidly, but as if sensing a gaze from above, it suddenly raised its head—

The moonlight poured down, and the silver mask reflected a dazzling light for a moment. Wen Ying couldn't see anything clearly, but her breath caught in her throat. Almost instinctively, she ran downstairs to chase after it.

As the elevator descended, her heart pounded harder and harder, making it hard to breathe.

With a "ding," the floor was reached. She pushed open the lobby door, but there was no one outside, not even the cat.

“Zhou Yuxing…”

With some difficulty speaking, Wen Ying realized that her voice had become trembling at some point, and her body was also shaking reflexively.

How long has it been since she last called out that name? Over the years, the name Zhou Yuxing has been kept in a dark, sealed box, hidden deep in Wen Ying's heart.

"Zhou Yuxing..." She called his name again, but her tone sounded strange, as if she had never met him before.

No one responded.

Wen Ying closed her eyes, calmed herself down, and took a slow, deep breath.

The sound of the wind, the call of a big cat to its kitten in the grass, the rustling of bare branches in the trees, and the sweet snoring coming from a nearby window...

Even Ye Weihan's heartbeat, pounding with fear as she suddenly woke from a nightmare, swept past her.

But the voice she longed for and most desperately wanted to find was nowhere to be found.

With the heating on at home, Wen Ying felt the biting cold wind when she stepped outside. Yet, the figure from before was dressed in thin clothes, as if it couldn't feel the warmth.

Was that Zhou Yuxing who was standing downstairs just now?

Or perhaps it was merely a figment of her imagination, a dream she hadn't fully escaped.

...It must really be an illusion.

After all, the person just now still maintained the figure and physique of an eighteen-year-old, which perfectly matched the appearance in Wen Ying's dream.

If Zhou Yuxing is still alive, he should be twenty-three years old.

"Plop," the moon was swept into the dark clouds, and rain suddenly began to fall.

Wen Ying heard hurried footsteps behind her. She turned around in a daze and saw Ye Weihan's nervous expression come into view.

He hadn't even had time to put on his coat, still wearing slippers. His gaze swept over Wen Ying, and when it landed on the corner of her eye, he suddenly stopped: "You..."

"It's nothing." Wen Ying raised her hand and rubbed it, then smiled easily. "Why did you suddenly run out? I wasn't planning to go anywhere, I was just downstairs watching the kittens."

"Look...a kitten?"

Wen Yingchao pointed into the bushes, and just then, a cat poked half its head out.

Ye Weihan's expression was unreadable, neither believing nor disbelieving, but Wen Ying clearly didn't want to say more, so she could only say, "Next time you two leave my sight, could you at least let me know? If this continues, even a living person will be scared to death."

His tone was somewhat resentful, and Wen Ying sighed softly, "I'm sorry."

Ye Weihan didn't speak, but instead pressed the elevator button, her body enveloped in a layer of cold air.

Back home, Wen Ying glanced into Ye Weiyi's room, sat down on the sofa, and as her body slowly warmed up, the suffocating feeling gradually dissipated.

She was lost in thought when Ye Weihan boiled some water, made a cup of cold medicine, and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Wen Ying took a sip and watched Ye Weihan sit down next to her. "I was just about to ask, why are you sleeping by the bedroom door? Isn't there a sofa?"

"The sofa is fixed in place and can't be moved." Ye Weihan looked down and punched the sofa base.

What, you want to drag the sofa over if it's not fixed in place?

Wen Ying asked earnestly, "Do you have some kind of obsession with the door?"

Ye Weihan didn't say anything. She continued to drink her cold medicine. The clock on the wall pointed to three o'clock, and the second hand moved another full circle.

He then spoke again: "Because I'm not strong enough."

Wen Ying was stunned for a moment. Ye Weihan placed his hands on his knees, and frost appeared in his palms, then disappeared as he closed them.

He continued, "So I'm always living in fear, wondering if my last loved ones will leave me. If I were strong enough to protect you all, I wouldn't be like this now... living in fear all the time."

"You've already tried your best," Wen Ying said softly.

"No." Ye Weihan shook his head and turned to face her: "If I am really as powerful as you expect, you will give me what you are carrying... not to say without reservation, but at least a part of it."

Wen Ying fell silent, staring at the rising steam in the water glass.

"You once told me that you need to have weight on your shoulders so that you can have things to consider and take responsibility." Ye Weihan paused here, "I know you're not afraid of the weight on your shoulders, but Weiyi and I sometimes worry that one day you might really be crushed by it?"

"..."

“I have heard many people’s opinions about you, city residents, the elderly and children, colleagues and superiors. They all say that you are mature, rational, responsible and a great person. But in my heart, you are just my family.”

Wen Ying put down her water glass and remained silent for a moment. "If one day I do something you can't understand..."

"I will stand by your side."

Wen Ying looked up, and Ye Weihan's eyes held an unwavering determination: "No matter what happens."