Chapter 207 204. Confession
An Han had originally been on edge, memories of being beaten for mischief as a child flooding her mind all at once. That instinctive awe toward her mother filled her heart.
She had already braced herself for a beating or her mother’s harshest scolding—but instead, her mother lowered her head and began wiping away tears.
No—please—
In an instant, overwhelming guilt replaced the fear in her heart. The tension she had been holding onto finally collapsed.
Standing in the corner, her shoulders trembled lightly. A sharp soreness rose from deep in her nose, her eyes reddening as a sheen of moisture appeared.
She struggled to hold herself together, her mind racing to find a solution.
But it was chaos.
Fragments of images darted wildly through her thoughts; broken ideas refused to form coherent sentences.
At times, it was resentment toward the system. At others, she tried to recall the last time her mother had cried. Then Su Peng’s gentle face surfaced in her mind—along with an impulse to bolt out the door.
There was no running away.
Her trembling gradually subsided.
She knew that unless she cut ties with her family completely, she would eventually have to face this moment.
It had simply come too early, catching her utterly unprepared.
Her younger sister was completely stunned. She stared blankly at her brother in a short skirt, then at their crying mother, before awkwardly scooting away from the two of them, not knowing what to do.
An Han stole a glance at her sister and sighed softly.
She should change back into her clothes first.
After all, the system’s requirement was to wear women’s clothes during the trip—not right now, when she was being judged.
Thankfully, she hadn’t styled her hair too femininely today. Otherwise, the shock to her mother would have been even greater.
A perfectly normal son leaves home for half a year to study, and when you see him again, he’s become a complete stranger—a girl through and through. Anyone would be dumbfounded by that.
An Han hurried to the wardrobe, grabbed her men’s clothes, and hid in the bathroom to change.
Once the bathroom door closed, the urge to hide inside all night surged up again.
That urge slowed her movements. Out of nervousness, she deliberately softened every gesture, afraid of making even the slightest harsh sound.
At a time like this, the system should show up…
Her thoughts were too scattered to judge what she should do next. But the system always gave her three choices.
And sure enough, when she subconsciously sought help, several lines of text appeared before her eyes.
【Option One: Escape from here and start a new life. Reward: Financial freedom】
Almost instinctively, An Han wanted to choose this option.
But the moment the thought arose, her heart felt as if a massive stone had been pressed onto it. Each heartbeat felt like a spasm. The tears she had held back for so long finally slipped from the corners of her eyes, trailing down her cheeks and dripping from her chin.
But this task was nothing more than running away.
She had been a man for twenty years, after all… even if she couldn’t be towering and indomitable, she should at least learn to face things.
【Option Two: Admit to being a cross-dresser and conceal your true gender. Reward: Advanced makeup skills】
The skill granted could help her better hide her gender. Skilled makeup artists could turn men into women and women into men—an advanced skill should be capable of that as well.
【Option Three: Tell your mother that you have become female. Reward: Random attribute points】
Three choices: avoidance, confrontation, and compromise.
An Han didn’t want to run away. Choosing that now would mean running away for life.
But she also didn’t dare to face it—her body trembled.
She leaned more toward Option Two, hoping to temporarily ease the conflict between her and her mother.
Unconsciously, she had spent five whole minutes lingering in the bathroom just to change clothes.
The clothes were on. It was time to go out.
“…I’ll choose Option Three.”
The most difficult-looking option oddly reassured An Han because it was the third one.
The third task was usually simple—sometimes just a single sentence.
She walked out of the bathroom. Passing the mirror, she quickly glanced at her current appearance.
Her eyes were swollen, tear tracks still on her cheeks. She wore ordinary men’s clothing, but without a jacket, her curvy figure couldn’t be hidden. Her hair was a slightly long, neutral style—not adding femininity, but giving her a sharp, dashing air.
Maybe long, straight black hair would suit me.
The thought flashed through her mind before she turned to look at her mother.
Her mother seemed much calmer now, no longer sobbing. She looked haggard, gently wiping her tear-streaked face with tissues handed to her by her younger daughter.
An Han walked over quietly and sat beside her mother in silence.
The soft mattress offered no sense of comfort. She could only keep her head lowered, thinking about what to say next.
Should she directly tell her mother that her son had become her daughter?
An Han hesitated, opening her mouth but stopping again and again.
At that moment, her mother suddenly raised her head and looked at the girl beside her. Her gaze quickly swept over the pronounced curve of her chest, her slender waist, her full, lifted hips.
And then her flushed cheeks, lowered brows, delicate nose, lips nearly drained of color… Familiar features, yet pieced together into a stranger.
Even in men’s clothes, her son had not returned to how he once was.
“What exactly is going on with you?” her mother asked, unable to understand the changes that had happened to An Han.
An Han bit her lower lip lightly, her face growing even redder. She steeled herself, deliberately ignoring her sister not far away.
“Mom… I’m a girl now…”
Once the first sentence was spoken, the rest flowed much more smoothly.
“If you don’t believe me, I can take everything off and let you check.”
“I…”
She avoided her mother’s stunned gaze. “Around the end of September, I started noticing that I was becoming more and more like a girl.”
The more she spoke, the more intense her emotions became. It suddenly felt less like an explanation and more like pouring out everything she had experienced during this time.
Unconsciously, months of suppressed grievances turned into tears. She choked, sobbing uncontrollably, her vision blurring.
“My body developed like a girl’s… my mind too. I even got my period… and later, I completely became a girl.”
“Men started liking me. I couldn’t keep living in the dorm. My roommates all noticed something was wrong. I didn’t dare tell anyone. I didn’t dare tell you…”
She covered her face with her hands, trying to wipe away the tears, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of her family—but the more she wiped, the more the tears flowed, utterly unstoppable.
A box of tissues was placed beside her thigh.
She instinctively looked up and saw her sister giving her a timid smile.
A warm hand gently pressed down on her head. Before she could react, she was pulled into her mother’s embrace.
“Alright, alright… I know now…”
“It’s been really hard on you, hasn’t it?”
An Han’s body stiffened for a moment—then she cried even harder, heart-wrenchingly.
Her mother gently stroked her hair, resting her face against An Han’s ear.
Her own child—whether she was lying or not—she could tell at a glance.
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