A Young Woman's Heart

"Oh, right, Dad, the ceiling has to be starry! And the walls have to be blue!"

"Okay, I understand."

"Hehe, but can you draw the starry sky?"

"Just use a darker blue, then add some white paint, and that'll do. Let me tell you, your dad was a master of all the arts back in school!"

"Come on, you're just bragging." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. "If you were really that good, why did you only finish junior high?"

"That's because I didn't want to study..." Her father tried to explain, but Mo Xueyao was tired of hearing it and couldn't be bothered to listen any further.

"Why do you need a change of clothes today? Aren't you going to pick them up from the store tonight?"

"I'll be taking a break this afternoon."

"Huh, aren't you going to work?"

"You brat, I'm not made of iron, I need to rest, okay?" Her father glared at her, opened the lunchbox, and began to stuff food into his mouth. "Let's go to the furniture market this afternoon. Do you think we need to buy any bathroom fixtures? And shouldn't we get a new bed for you? We also need to pick out some other things, like lights."

So it's not really considered a rest.

"Compared to this work, this is a break." Her father ate faster, as if he were just pouring food into his mouth without even swallowing, in Mo Xueyao's eyes...

After quickly finishing his lunch, the father let out a satisfied burp: "Xiaoyao, would you like to come watch with me?"

"Okay, shall we go now?" Mo Xueyao was eager to try. She also wanted to choose some furniture for herself, since she would be using it for many years to come.

"Don't rush me. I'm going to the public bathhouse to take a shower. Will you wait for me at the entrance, or at home?"

"At the entrance... Oh right, isn't there an ice cream shop next to that bathhouse? I'll wait there!" Mo Xueyao looked at her father with expectant eyes, actually hoping he would buy her an ice cream.

Her father patted her head helplessly: "How old are you? Still thinking about ice cream all the time? How childish!"

"Girls can eat ice cream no matter how old they are!" Mo Xueyao shouted confidently, and a few seconds later, the air froze for a moment.

"Oh my!" The father let out a laugh with a hint of mockery.

"Ahem!!" Mo Xueyao also felt embarrassed. She had said such a thing without realizing it. The main reason was that the girls around her often made similar excuses for themselves. As a girl, it seemed that she was born to appear a little more childish than boys of the same age.

Sometimes this kind of excuse is really useful, and even Mo Xueyao was somewhat 'succumbed' to it.

"I'm not eating!"

“It’s okay, you’re not a boy.” The father emphasized the last three words. “It’s just an ice cream. Buy whatever you want!”

He wanted to put his arm around Mo Xueyao's shoulder and laugh, but perhaps because his clothes were too dirty, he pulled it back halfway.

However, Mo Xueyao was not happy.

She was troubled by something that many philosophers had not been able to figure out.

That is—am I still myself at this moment?

Am I now a completely different person from the person I used to be?

When she came to her senses, she was already holding a double scoop of ice cream in her hands, the top one was strawberry flavored and the bottom one was chocolate flavored.

The sweetness of the ice cream made her unable to resist sticking out her pink tongue and licking it, and then—

Who cares, let's eat ice cream first!

……

The increasingly intense sunlight made the metal van scorching hot. As soon as they arrived at their destination, Mo Xueyao couldn't wait to jump out.

The car was often filled with building materials, so it was quite dirty and dusty, making her reluctant to sit there for long.

It was cleaner when I only loaded it with fruit and flowers; the car even had a faint, pleasant fragrance.

In front of me was a large shopping mall, which not only sold furniture, but also had many clothing stores and a large supermarket.

The first and second floors are all clothing stores, and there are quite a few pedestrians coming and going, including many men and women dressed in designer brands.

The clothing on the second floor is more like luxury goods, while the clothing on the first floor is much cheaper, but not by much.

A pair of beige knee-high boots were displayed in a shop window, priced at a staggering 899 yuan. This astonishing price made her gasp in surprise. The candy pink pair next to them was cheaper, but still cost 399 yuan.

In contrast, in the store next door, a pair of men's leather shoes that looked quite nice were priced at only 180 yuan.

Women's things are really expensive...

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Mo Xueyao was a little slow to react, her father turned around and looked at her, his gaze following her to the pair of tall boots.

"It's nothing, it's just so expensive."

"Want to buy?"

"Damn... why would I buy those high heels?"

"That thing should be called a thigh-high heel."

"Who cares?" Mo Xueyao shrugged, looking completely indifferent. "Let's go, let's go. Which floor is the furniture market on?"

"Third floor." Her father pulled Mo Xueyao a little closer, "Want a pair?"

"No, I'm too lazy to wear high heels."

"There are flat-heeled, tall boots that look really nice."

"If you want to wear it, go ahead and wear it yourself."

"Haha, you're almost an adult, how about I buy you a pair as a coming-of-age gift?"

"With this money, you might as well buy me a game console..."

"What's the use of a game console?"

"Then this won't help either."

"If it's wearable, how can it be useless?"

"Can that game console still be played? Is it still playable?"

A portly man walked by with his female companion, and couldn't help but chuckle softly, casually uttering a nonsensical remark: "Actually, it's possible."

Before Mo Xueyao and her father could react, a sales clerk came out with a big smile: "Sir—is this your daughter?"

"Correct."

"Why don't you come in and take a look? At her age, she should buy some more mature-looking tall boots to wear home; she'll need them someday."

"That's exactly what I meant, haha, the little girl is shy and doesn't want to come in."

"It's alright, oh my! Little sister, your eyes are so beautiful, are you mixed race?"

"Uh...yes..."

Her father was smiling smugly to the side, making Mo Xueyao want to give him a roasted chestnut on the head.

It's hard to find a reason to leave now... I still have to take a look.

She had already planned to look at it for a while, then say she didn't like it and leave immediately.

"Do you see if there's anything that would suit her?"

"Yes, those light pink ones are quite nice, and these white ones too, they're both flat-heeled..."

"Hey Dad, don't forget, if you buy mine, you still have to buy some for Wanyan, otherwise it's not fair."

"I wonder how big her feet are?"

"Then you shouldn't have bought it."

"Oh, what's the big deal? We can just bring Wanyan to buy it next time, right?"

"You really have to buy it... Why do you want to..." She was so frustrated that she was about to give up.

……

Chapter Seventy-Seven: High Heels? Thigh-High Boots?

"Little girl, don't be shy. Once you learn how to wear them, you might just fall in love with the feeling!" the saleswoman said with a smile, clearly hoping to sell a pair. "Your legs are already very pretty, but boots will make them look longer and slimmer, and they'll also make you appear taller. How about trying these white ones? They suit your style better!"

Mo Xueyao shook her head vigorously, her face full of resistance: "No, no, it's too much trouble, I can't do this!"

"You can try them on first, and if you like them, you can buy them. It's okay."

"That's right, try them on first. If you can't get used to them, that's not a problem, you'll just practice more." The father nodded. "Besides, what girl doesn't know how to wear high heels?"

"Dad, you're not usually this old-fashioned, are you? Hey, you know—I really can't do it!"

"Haha! But it's really fun, give it a try!"

"I get it, you're deliberately trying to make fun of me, aren't you?" Mo Xueyao glared at him angrily, then slumped down on the shoe-changing stool as if in surrender. "Fine, I'll try it, okay?"

"So unwilling?"

"Tch." Mo Xueyao curled her lip and saw the shop assistant bending down and rummaging through the shoe boxes with a big smile on her face.

"Little girl, what size shoes do you wear?"

"Thirty...what was it again?"

"Thirty-four or thirty-five." Mo Xueyao looked at him with droopy eyelids. "Tch, you don't even know my shoe size."

"I'm not your mother, I don't buy you shoes all the time." The father chuckled and scratched his head, just as he took out a pack of cigarettes and put it in his mouth, he was stopped by the shop assistant.

"Excuse me, sir, smoking is not allowed here. Here, young lady, try on both of these pairs. Only one pair is size 34, and the other pair is size 35."

Mo Xueyao felt like she was a child who didn't like weekend classes, but her parents still signed her up and made her go.

She sullenly shoved her feet into the boots, and the saleswoman kindly zipped them up for her, smiling with envy, "Little girl, your feet are so delicate. But they're so small, won't it be tiring for you to walk like that?"

"It's alright." She pouted, then suddenly stood up as if in revenge, taking two quick steps as if she wanted to break the heel of her shoe. However, before she could break the heel, she twisted her ankle. If the shop assistant hadn't caught her in time, she probably would have fallen. "Damn... those heels are so high."

"Pfft, little girl, this is already considered short. Generally, it's wearable."

These are a pair of snow-white knee-high boots, so shiny they almost reflect light.

It felt very uncomfortable to wear them because the soles of her feet were completely flat, and her narrow toes bore the weight of her entire body. She could only stand for a short while before her toes started to ache.

Who exactly invented this thing?

These aren't shoes; they're clearly torture instruments used to extract confessions through verbal and physical interrogation!