A Young Woman's Heart

"Wow, this is so comfortable! I feel like I could sit here all day!" Mo Xueyao gently swung her legs, tapping them rhythmically on the wooden board.

Li Wanyan also sat down to try it out. Her gaze was drawn to the rows of apartment buildings outside the window and remained fixed on them for a long time.

The table was made of two pieces of wood of different colors, and the clear dividing line defined the space for the two people.

Mo Xueyao's hands didn't stop; she pulled open the small drawer next to the table—there were so many novel and interesting places that she couldn't even believe this was her own room.

Although it wasn't as spacious as her parents' master bedroom, the compact feel made her more comfortable.

"What does Wanyan think?"

"It's good." Li Wanyan finally looked away, put her finger to her lips and gently bit it, and after a long while she said again, "It makes me feel very safe."

"Right! I think so too!" She nodded vigorously and turned on the desk lamp in front of her.

The desk lamps were one for each of the two people.

It is entirely metallic black, with a thin tube with a wire attached, allowing you to adjust the direction of the lamp head at will.

It uses incandescent bulbs, so the light is naturally not as bright as a spotlight, but it is bright enough to illuminate the words on the book. Moreover, the brightness can be adjusted. Mo Xueyao had never seen such a high-end lamp before. The kind of desk lamps that you usually buy are just turned on and off. They don't have any knobs to adjust the brightness.

After exploring the lower level, Mo Xueyao lowered her head and went out again, climbing up the sturdy low stairs and lying down on the second-floor bed.

The bed frame is the same size as her previous crib, so it won't feel crowded for two people. The Simmons mattress is also the same one she used before; it's soft and very bouncy.

She tried to shake it forcefully, then shouted nervously, "Wanyan! How's it going down there?"

"Nothing much."

"How about this?" She shook her body forcefully again, this time really putting in a lot of effort.

"fine."

"Looks like things are going pretty well."

"Ah."

After all, this double-decker bed has several supports and the bed board is thick, so it is naturally very stable.

Li Wanyan bent slightly as she walked out and quickly climbed the low stairs.

The staircase is designed like a building block; it's very sturdy and can be opened to stuff all sorts of random things inside.

However, because it is quite steep, you can't walk; you have to use your hands and feet to make it safer and more efficient.

There's also a small window on the second-floor bed, but it's not connected to the one below and can't be opened.

Perhaps for safety reasons, the window was placed in the upper middle part of the second floor, which is closer to the ceiling.

Mo Xueyao tried to sit up, and she could see right outside the window.

A sudden clap of thunder flashed outside, followed by a few drops of rain that pattered down. A few seconds later, the rain poured down again.

Even the dim yellow light from the streetlights became hazy.

Someone was running along the path, their slippered feet stomping on the asphalt that was quickly filled with water, making a 'pat-pat' sound.

Since the bed was right next to the wardrobe, Mo Xueyao could lean against the wardrobe door where the quilts were kept and leisurely enjoy the rain outside the window.

Nothing feels better than taking a shower and staying at home while it's raining heavily outside.

A bamboo mat has already been laid out on the bed, so I can sleep on it tonight.

"Ah, there's a light switch here too, how convenient!" she said, excitedly patting the switch, plunging the entire room, which had been tightly closed, into darkness.

It took them a while to get used to the dim, yellowish light streaming in from the window.

Two small curtains were also installed on the windows above. These were definitely custom-made because they were just right to cover the windows without being too extra or affecting other areas.

Mo Xueyao felt that she probably wouldn't need them at all.

With such a beautiful view outside the window, why would anyone deliberately block it out?

Li Wanyan moved a thin blanket from the foot of the bed. She stood up and was about to smooth it out when she bumped into the ceiling with a bang.

"Pfft! Cough cough!! Wanyan, are you alright?!"

"Yaoyao, do you want to give it a try?" Li Wanyan seemed to sense her schadenfreude.

"Uh, no need, no need, I'm sure I won't bump into anything, haha!"

She shook her head helplessly, couldn't help but laugh as she smoothed out the bedding before lying down.

"Sleep?"

"Hmm... I'll look for a little longer," Mo Xueyao said, her gaze never leaving the window.

So Li Wanyan also squinted her eyes, rested her head on Mo Xueyao's shoulder, and turned her face in the same direction as Mo Xueyao.

Raindrops were blown by the wind, hitting the glass at an angle, and then slowly flowing down.

This made the view outside the window even more blurry.

It's like sitting in a car when it's raining.

"Haha..." Mo Xueyao yawned several times, feeling more and more relaxed.

It was as if every cell was no longer tense—if they could be 'tense' at all.

Although it's a new home, it still seems to retain a familiar scent.

Li Wanyan, resting her head on her shoulder, softly hummed a gentle and soothing tune.

The sound of the tongue hitting saliva is exceptionally pleasant to the ear.

It felt like gently kneading something soft and gritty.

"What song is Wanyan humming?"

"A song?" Li Wanyan raised her head slightly and pressed her face against Mo Xueyao's. "It's a little tune my mother used to hum to lull me to sleep when I was little."

"Oh—is this considered a lullaby?"

"It is."

Mo Xueyao listened, nodded, yawned, and finally slid into the quilt, nestling in Li Wanyan's arms.

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Chapter Seventy-Eight: A Day on Holiday

(One)

The rain outside the window hadn't stopped.

Before the eyes opened, the voice entered the ears:

It is as crisp as a falling bean, or as splattered as oil.

It made a 'pattering' sound, like someone was cooking next to your ear.

Mo Xueyao slightly raised her eyelids, revealing her clear, light blue eyes.

They were as still as two pieces of ice that had never melted in ten thousand years.

However, that silent gaze, like that of a celestial being looking down upon the mortal world, vanished in an instant and quickly turned into a drowsy blankness.

"Hum..." she breathed out softly, straining to open her eyes wide.

"Awake?" Li Wanyan's voice rang in her ear, accompanied by a gentle breath.

"Oh, what time is it?"

"I don't know." This was a rare answer.

"It's probably already noon." Mo Xueyao sat up with a gurgle and raised her hand to touch the ceiling above her head.

It was as cold as the rainwater outside the window.

It's already autumn according to the lunar calendar, and the rainfall is starting to increase.

Although the high temperature will still persist when the rain stops, at least it will be much cooler when there is no rain.

And even if it's hot, there's no need to worry, because the small room is equipped with air conditioning.

"Mom—" she called tentatively, but there was no response.

That means it must be at least six or seven in the morning.

Mo Xueyao stepped over Li Wanyan and got out of bed.

At that moment, she felt like a tree sprite, flying down from the tree to the ground after waking up...

Although the dining table has been replaced, the layout remains familiar.

It's covered with a mesh cover. When you open it, you'll find the prepared flatbread and stir-fried rice noodles. It tastes better when heated up, but if you don't want the hassle, you can eat it cold.

The rice porridge in the rice cooker had cooled down, and there was much less water than when it was hot, making it look like a bouncy jelly.

She went into the clean washroom and washed herself thoroughly in front of the bright and tidy glass.

Perhaps it was because she had changed the mirror, but she even felt that she looked a little better than before.

"Wanyan—" After washing up, she walked to the door of the small room while applying face oil, tilting her head to look inside, "Aren't you going to eat—!"

"coming."

"Hurry up!"

Such conversations are usually the opposite.

Most of the time, it's Mo Xueyao herself who lies in bed and sleeps in.

"Morning news..."

"Is Dad all better yet?!"

"Oh, SpongeBob..."

"Nobita! Your homework..."

She leaned lazily against the comfortable fabric sofa, pressing the new remote control.

Not only was the original packaging paper still on, but it was also wrapped in another layer of foam paper, and the end was tied up with a rubber band.