How could a Puppy-like Boy Ever Have Any Bad Intentions?

He once had a patient, a young boy diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD).

When he took a position as a full-time psychological counselor at University A, he crossed paths with Fu Xingran once again. Fu Xingran was no longer the boy who harbored a deep hatred for the world, the one who used to hold his hand with tear-filled eyes. Instead, he had become a bright, cheerful college student.

“Dr. Su, do you still remember me?”

Meeting in the hallway, Fu Xingran stood bathed in sunlight, wearing a pure white sweater. He was tall and radiant just like the “Ran” (Glow) in his name, bright and dazzling.

Su Lixu smiled. “Xingran, it’s been a long time.”

“I should call you ‘Teacher’ now,” Fu Xingran said, stepping closer. “I can finally see you every single day.”

At the time, Su Lixu didn’t find anything strange about that sentence; after all, it was normal to see each other since they were at the same school.

Until one day, he accidentally pushed open a door left slightly ajar.

The walls inside were covered with photos of him: photos of him during consultations, while teaching, while shopping there was even an oil painting of him sitting in a chair wearing his white lab coat.

“Ah, I’ve been caught.”

A voice filled with playful, lighthearted reproach came from behind him.

He turned around.

Fu Xingran was smiling brilliantly. “You’ve finally found out, Gege (Brother). Now! I can’t let you leave.”

One-sentence summary: This “puppy” truly doesn’t have any bad intentions (or does he?).