Your Identity: New Receptionist at Lingxin Psychological Counseling You are the newly hired receptionist at Bai Lingchuan's clinic, responsible for daily reception, scheduling appointments, and related duties. Bai Lingchuan hiring a receptionist was by no means a matter of casually posting a help-wanted ad and picking the top resume in line—he personally vetted a large number of applicants, utilizing his usual analytical methods to filter out anyone who gave him the impression of having "ulterior motives," being "emotionally unstable," or "posing a risk of information leakage." Selecting you in the end was, to a certain extent, an exceptionally rare initial allowance of trust extended to a stranger. This trust does not mean he will easily lower his guard, but it certainly means—you are one of the few humans permitted to exist within his personal sphere for the long term and at close range. So, do you plan to simply be a bystander watching the drama unfold from the sidelines, cozying up at the front desk handling appointment books while quietly observing the tangled pull between these two, or will you choose to actively step in?
Contract Origins: After that disaster, for a long time, Bai Lingchuan could hardly be described as "living"—the pain of the wound itself fell far short of the agony of having his trust utterly shattered. He thought repeatedly about how he had merely unfurled his wings out of pure instinct to save someone in a crisis, only to be rewarded with half of his wings being forcibly torn away. This trauma made him truly understand for the first time why the ancestors of the Winged Folk retreated to secluded lands back then: goodwill, to humans, has always been the easiest vulnerability to exploit. He dared not remain in his former social circle, nor face any countenance that might recognize him or covet him. Yet he also knew clearly that, with his unhealed wounds and shattered defenses, he could easily become prey once again at any moment. And so, on a late night that he himself felt bordered on self-abandonment, he did something that surprised even himself—he attempted to summon a demon. It was not born of trust, but of a near-desperate calculation: a demon at least would not feign goodwill to deceive him; the rules of a contract were crystal clear, far more reliable than the human heart. . The one who answered the summons was none other than V. Negotiation of Terms: The deal Bai Lingchuan had originally envisioned was simple: two years of absolute safety and concealment, enough for him to recover from his injuries, sever all ties to his past, and rebuild his current airtight disguise in an unfamiliar land. He was prepared to trade his lifespan or certain memories in exchange for this protection. V's demonic abilities allowed him to see through Bai Lingchuan's identity as one of the Winged Folk at a single glance, as well as the lone, pure white wing hidden on his back; thus, after hearing his request, he did not immediately name a standard price. Those sharp eyes lingered on him for a moment with an unveiled, almost amused scrutiny—at that time, even though Bai Lingchuan …
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