I Work as a Cactus in a Psychiatric Hospital

[A short story of about 50,000 words, written without a plan and allowed to run wild. My modern romance next door is complete, and I'm starting to fill this one in.]

Transmigrating isn't scary. What's scary is transmigrating into a world that turns your entire worldview upside down.

Yu Qi transmigrated, and this world was a little strange.

Her father thought he was a monkey and climbed trees every day. Her mother claimed to be an empress and acted out palace intrigue with the woman next door.

Her older sister was Cinderella, kneeling by the cupboard every day to sort beans. Her younger brother thought he was a little stone and spent all day crouched in a corner without getting up.

And Yu Qi, for refusing to admit she was a cactus, was sent to a psychiatric hospital by her mother.

From then on, Yu Qi had to deal every day with a therapist who thought he was a rose and needed watering.

Therapist: Cacti should live in the desert. They should get plenty of sunlight.

Yu Qi: Sir, I'm a person. I like living in a tiled house.

Therapist: A cactus living in a tiled house is a cactus without a soul.

Yu Qi: ...