Upon closer reflection, this scenario seemed marginally more plausible than a male body directly morphing into a female one. Yet, the mere thought of her own body—or rather, her corpse—slowly decomposing in some patch of soil nearby sent a wave of revulsion through Ling Yechen.
‘Should I hastily call Jing Lan and have him excavate my body?’
‘But then what? A day had already passed; even if her corpse appeared intact on the outside, its interior would undoubtedly be corrupted. And how could she even transfer her consciousness back? Surely it wouldn’t happen simply by proximity?’
She had, after all, become this white-haired loli only after Jing Lan had choked her to death.
‘If someone were to now strangle her, this white-haired loli self—the pain aside, what if she couldn’t return?’
‘And yet—why insist on returning?’
‘What harm could there be in adapting to this new body as quickly as possible?’
‘Perhaps it was best to simply let that former Ling Yechen remain dead.’
‘She could simply embrace the identity of Ye Xuening.’
As this thought took root, Ling Yechen found herself regretting naming herself Ye Xuening; perhaps a truly unique name would have been more fitting, signaling her rebirth as an entirely new individual.
Looking at Du Lan’s phone in her grasp, Ling Yechen realized she still recalled Jing Lan’s number.
‘To reunite with her companions under a new identity? The notion was undeniably tempting.’
‘Moreover, with her current adorable appearance, she might even garner more attention from her friends.’
‘She might even manage to captivate Jing Lan or the guitarist—Ling Yechen couldn’t recall his name from the Four Color Conjecture band—making them fall for her.’
‘Would such a deception constitute fraud?’
Ling Yechen dialed Jing Lan’s number, swiftly composing her planned speech in her mind.
The phone rang for a considerable moment before it was finally answered.