Rain

Yimo deeply realized this time that he couldn't just say whatever came to mind.

At the very least, he had to leave himself a way out.

Of course, how long Yimo would remember that was anyone's guess.

In the end, Yimo still didn't wear the white dress Xia Yuxi had picked out for him.

He reluctantly put on a white long-sleeved top in a somewhat androgynous, cute style, with a fluffy jacket over it and jeans on the bottom.

With Yimo's current hairstyle, there was no way anyone could mistake him for a boy.

Looking at Yimo, Xia Yuxi wore an excited expression and muttered, "Mm, actually, I still think a skirt would look better!"

Yimo said awkwardly, "Um... one step at a time..."

Xia Yuxi thought it over, then said, "Why do I remember seeing you before with long hair, wearing a skirt so naturally..."

Yimo said, "Uh... maybe it was a rebound?"

"Since it's a psychological perception disorder, there's no need to care so much about how you dress on the outside, right?"

"You're a girl. Would you deliberately wear a skirt just because you're a girl?"

Hearing that, Xia Yuxi seemed convinced and nodded.

Actually, Yimo noticed something was wrong at that moment.

In his memories, he'd lived as Ji Ren before. To be honest, he was used to wearing women's clothes and hadn't felt anything about it.

But now, he felt especially resistant to it.

That feeling was definitely about more than just his younger sister coming back and him wanting to become normal.

It was as though he hadn't worn women's clothes in a long time, and the instinctive resistance added to a powerful sense of being torn apart.

Why... did he feel so torn apart?

Yimo lowered his head and fell into thought.

That