The Reversion and a Fateful Farewell

“Is… is it changing back?” Huang Xiu gritted their teeth, enduring the sharp pangs as they rolled over and settled back onto the bed.

Until now, the transformation had always occurred inexplicably during sleep; this was their first time experiencing the complete process of reverting from a female form to a male one.

The sensation was excruciating, leaving them utterly drained.

The boundless strength that had coursed through their entire being now felt as though it were being forcibly siphoned away with the change.

Even the Void Energy within them, once exceptionally vigorous and mostly restored, had now settled back into an unnerving stillness.

No, it wasn’t merely a return to tranquility; it had entirely lost its vibrancy, becoming akin to a pool of stagnant, lifeless water.

As they registered the profound weakness of their body, Huang Xiu, despite their fierce reluctance to accept it and their attempts at self-deception, was forced to confront the truth: after the physical restoration, the female form had undeniably been more suited to them.

‘Damn it all! My dream of being a Dragon-Blooded Male Lead!’ Huang Xiu roared internally, battling the overwhelming weakness.

Everything was lost, utterly and irrevocably gone!

The entire metamorphosis had concluded in under two minutes.

Yet, Huang Xiu appeared as though they had just been pulled from a body of water, their hair clinging to their face, thoroughly drenched in sweat.

“Hoo, hoo, hoo!”

Lying on the bed, Huang Xiu gasped for breath, their chest heaving until a faint tremor of strength finally returned to their limbs.

To avoid drawing attention, he had silently gritted his teeth, but the moment he finally relaxed, a profound exhaustion washed over his entire being.

Wiping the cold sweat from his brow, he quietly unzipped his pants and peered inside.

*Snap!*

With an impassive expression, he let go and averted his eyes.

Good heavens, it had indeed shrunk again.

If previously it had transformed from a mighty dragon into a mere wyrm, now it had been reduced to nothing more than a tiny caterpillar.

Pale, tender, and minuscule.

Beyond perhaps offering a splash of yellow for the forum posters who indulged in idle fantasies, its primary function seemed entirely lost.

“To think I’d ‘graduate’ from virginity in such an outlandish manner,” Huang Xiu muttered, covering his face with a helpless, wry smile.

Surely, no one else could boast such an utterly bizarre experience—transforming from a virgin male into a virgin female.

He patted his cheeks, urging himself to refocus.

“The re-examination is scheduled for the day after tomorrow,” he mused. “Before then, I must sever all connections tied to this identity of Huang Xiu.”

A flicker of resolute determination ignited in Huang Xiu’s gaze.

The next time he transformed, he would permanently become a girl, forever losing the chance to revert to his male form.

Before then, he resolved to truly cherish these final moments as a man.

He would complete all the things he had wished to do but never had.

Such as… bidding farewell to Fang Miaoging.

“What a shame,” he sighed. “We had finally managed to get into the same university.”

Huang Xiu clicked his tongue, a look of profound regret clouding his features.

Had they both successfully gained admission to Tiandu University, he might well have walked hand-in-hand with the girl he had secretly adored for two years, becoming a couple.

Perhaps they might even have embarked on the journey of marriage together.

Living out their days in blissful contentment.

But now…..

He was on the verge of becoming a girl; every path was now obstructed, leaving him with absolutely no hope.

Although Huang Xiu had initially entertained the idea of “yuri being infinitely wonderful,” and pursuing Fang Miaoging as a woman.

He had ultimately abandoned the notion.

Fang Miaoging was undeniably straight; she would never be attracted to another girl.

More importantly, he simply couldn’t bring himself to brazenly ask Fang Miaoging to endure societal pressures for his sake.

Perhaps the best outcome for this unspoken, nascent affection, hidden deep within both their hearts, was for it to gently dissipate as they matured.

“Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow it is!” he declared. “I will bid farewell to Fang Miaoging, a final farewell, as a man!”

Huang Xiu’s resolve was firm.

Rolling onto his stomach, his long hair fanned out across his back, he closed his eyes in contented ease.

Without the mounds that had once protruded from his chest, lying prone no longer caused any discomfort; it was a blissful relief.

His pleasant mood, however, proved fleeting, as another pressing matter quietly crept into Huang Xiu’s thoughts, starting an unwelcome dance in his mind.

So… should he tell his parents tomorrow? Confess that he had transformed from a boy into a girl…..

Deep down, he knew he wanted to confess, for this was a secret that could neither be kept nor concealed for long.

At least, not if he wished to preserve his family ties.

After all, his feminized features simply couldn’t be disguised as his former self through makeup or any other method.

“Ah,” Huang Xiu exhaled a profound sigh.

He rolled onto his back, extracting the engraved jade pendant from his pocket with his right hand, and held it up to the light, scrutinizing it intently.

Under the stark white light, the emerald-green jade pendant gleamed with a smooth, rounded luster, its intaglio carving of a big-headed childhood portrait undeniably charming.

Though he admitted, he had grown a little crooked since then.

As a child, he had indeed been quite handsome, delicately formed and exquisite, resembling a porcelain doll, full of vibrant energy.

Small wonder his parents had chosen him at first sight.

“They’ve raised me for so long; even a dog would develop affection,” he murmured, attempting to reassure himself. “Surely, they wouldn’t disown me!”

Huang Xiu mumbled, trying to console his own anxieties.

He still recalled that evening, with the sun dipping below the horizon, when the bespectacled man had bent down, gently stroked his head, and, with a warm smile, declared, “From this moment, you are my son! You must carry on the Huang lineage of Ying City.”

Meanwhile, the bright and captivating woman stood nearby, watching him with a wide, beaming smile.

The sheer joy in her eyes was palpable, overflowing.

The scene was uncannily similar to Whitebeard embracing Ace, proclaiming him as his own son.

Truly, how could he possibly… refuse such an offer!

After all, even a stray puppy yearns for a home, doesn’t it?

Spot a puppy on the street, give it a gentle pat, and it will wag its tail, trotting happily after you all the way home.

No one, truly no one, wishes to be without a home!

And then there was the man’s hand—so large, so incredibly warm.

That comforting warmth from his palm had flowed from his head, straight into his heart, instantly leaving him feeling lightheaded, as if he had been gently abducted and brought home.

That day, in turn, became his birthday, the most wonderful gift he had ever received.

“Ah! At worst, I’ll just let Mom and Dad adopt another child!”

With considerable difficulty, Huang Xiu solidified his resolve.

Though he was deeply reluctant to concede half of his parents’ affection, he recognized there was no alternative.

He knew marriage was now out of the question for him, and he would most likely be fated to live out his days in solitude.

—Assuming, of course, that he lived long enough.

Consequently, even adopting a child in the future would likely fall outside regulations.

It would be simpler to let his parents adopt another child, ensuring the continuation of the Huang lineage.

After all, his father’s true concern was the surname “Huang,” not some notion of bloodline inheritance.

According to his father, the genuine Huang lineage of Ying City had already died out over a century ago.

His own ancestors had been adopted into the family, merely upholding the ancestral decree to keep the Huang family’s spiritual flame alight.

“That’s settled!”

Huang Xiu refused to dwell on it further, fearing that prolonged thought would only lead to greater hesitation, ultimately paralyzing his decision-making.

Sometimes, a touch of impulsiveness was necessary.

“Ah, sleep, sleep!”

He yawned deeply, deciding it was simply time for sleep.

Reaching out, he flicked the switch on the corded remote, and with a soft click, the incandescent bulb in the tent died.

Only the slowly fading, ethereal glow near the bulb remained.

Pulling the blanket up to cover his navel, he left his other limbs exposed.

Huang Xiu closed his eyes, released his mind, and cleared away all distracting thoughts.

Outside the tent, people were still busy.

Soldiers and police officers were occupied with patrols, doctors were diagnosing the mental and physical conditions of victims, while ordinary staff members of the administration office watched anxiously towards the school.

This night was destined to be sleepless for them, but for Huang Xiu, anxiety gradually gave way to the embrace of slumber.