A Young Woman's Heart

"Shall I rub it for you when we get back?"

"No need! You're already tired, go back and take a shower!"

Okay~

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Chapter Ninety-Three: The Last Day of High School Summer Vacation

2001 8 Month 31 Day.

The performances on the night market streets during Qixi Festival seem like they happened just yesterday.

But in fact, almost a week has passed.

This is the last day of summer vacation.

Mo Xueyao, who had been looking forward to the start of school just a few days ago, suddenly felt a little lost.

Thinking about it carefully, after the start of the school year, there will be almost no time to relax.

Especially in the second semester, I heard that they were sprinting all semester long.

The last bit of relief was the intensive dormitory stay a month before the college entrance exam.

But who really knows how much playtime they actually get?

Perhaps leaving school is for the sake of more focused, full-time study.

Even though school hasn't started yet, a sense of pressure has already welled up in her heart.

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked so unfamiliar with myself.

Pure, sky-blue eyes are a rare sight in this land, making their beauty truly unique.

Her hair tie had been untied, and her long hair was loose.

Under the light, a faint, translucent dark gold color can be seen.

It wasn't obvious; it looked as if the hair had been dyed black instead of blonde.

Her beautiful face was flawless, with skin as smooth and delicate as a baby's, and almost no pores were visible.

At most, you can find a few tiny downy feathers, as tender as a fledgling bird whose wings are not yet fully grown.

She may not have a great figure, but she at least has the charm of a young girl, especially when she's not wearing many clothes, you can still see her curvaceous figure.

The boy I remember seems to have gone far away.

Even though only two years have passed since she entered junior high, she can no longer remember the names of many of her classmates. Apart from two close friends she still sees occasionally, she can't recall what the others, even those she used to be very close to, look like.

Everything is so far away.

It felt as distant as if it happened in a past life.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt a little dazed, and even wavered for half a second—had her life as a boy really happened?

Or rather, are these really things I've experienced in my entire life?

What she saw before her was like a mirror of rebirth, allowing images of her past life to surface in her mind.

"who I am?

"I am Mo Xueyao."

Who is Mo Xueyao...?

"Mo Xueyao is me."

"...No, she is not me either."

"No, she is me."

"Hoo—" She took a deep breath, and her reflection in the mirror became familiar again.

Mo Xueyao rubbed her eyes. Just now, the words had only flashed through her mind, but for some reason, she subconsciously read them out.

She made a cute face at herself in the mirror, then suddenly muttered to herself a little shyly, "Have I just gotten used to it, or have I come to like what it's like to be a girl? Or rather... what it's like to be a pretty girl?"

The answer was already in my mind.

The sky outside the window was already dark.

The setting sun looked like a red balloon falling back to the ground.

The streetlights downstairs had already been turned on ahead of time.

The area was bustling with people coming and going.

Friday, many people get two consecutive days off.

This, of course, does not include her, who is about to start school.

Although tomorrow is Saturday, Yukong High School has decided to open as scheduled.

In other words, the first week of school will consist of seven days of classes.

This is truly overwhelming pressure.

Mo Xueyao sighed and turned her gaze away from the kitchen window.

"What's wrong?" Li Wanyan asked calmly from her seat in the living room, followed by the crisp sound of someone chewing an apple.

"It's nothing, it's just that I feel a little... nostalgic thinking about school starting tomorrow and the end of my last summer vacation in high school."

"Ah."

Mo Xueyao plopped down on the soft sofa, bouncing her whole body with a thud.

"Oh—right, didn't Yu Shu burn the videos taken by Yin Yin's digital camera onto a disc today?" She had just sat down when she immediately stood up again and took the disc out from the TV cabinet.

The disc was packaged in a plain plastic box without a name or design, and the disc itself was quite simple, with no indication from the outside what was recorded inside.

Perhaps it would be better to write something down?

But Mo Xueyao was worried that this would damage the disc, so she ultimately didn't start writing.

There are two discs in total, since the performance that day lasted a very long time, a full four hours.

"Look, the performance from that day! Wanyan didn't come to the beginning, so she didn't see it, but it was quite interesting." Mo Xueyao said, putting the disc into her DVD player at home, which made her sigh, "It's good to be rich."

Otherwise, I'd have to put it at my godfather's house.

Speaking of which, his videotape player is almost retired. The last few times I visited, Yu Jinyu was watching movies or TV series on DVDs.

The disc started playing, and she picked up the TV and DVD player remotes, then quickly retreated back to the sofa, plopping down and bouncing slightly.

Images began to appear on the television.

First it was pitch black, then color appeared, and it became clear from the haze.

What comes into view is Hua Yinyin's chubby little face. She is blinking at the camera, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Um……"

It looks like she's adjusting a digital camera.

He looked at the camera lens for a while, then tilted his head to look outside—he was probably looking at the digital camera screen.

After adjusting for a while, she finally stood up with satisfaction and took a few steps back.

Then, she put on the round-framed sunglasses that Mo Xueyao had seen that day.

"Look, this is before I arrived. Yinyin is performing on the street here, playing 'Erquan Yingyue' on the pipa," Mo Xueyao said with a silly grin.

Li Wanyan tilted her head and glanced at her: "Yinyin is always like this."

"It's interesting, isn't it? Like Gao Yuan among girls—"

“…We might really not be able to do without her.” Li Wanyan nodded, continuing what Mo Xueyao was about to say.

"Huh? How did you know what I was thinking?"

Li Wanyan didn't answer her, but the smile on her face seemed to say, "Don't I know what you're thinking?"

The recorded video was taken from a fixed position and hardly moved, so some people or objects nearby were not recorded.

"Look, here I am!" Mo Xueyao looked at herself in the image, coughed a couple of times somewhat embarrassed, "Ah, I look kind of silly..."

"Fortunately."

"So you're saying you're really a bit silly!?" She immediately sat up straight and put one hand on Li Wanyan's shoulder.

Li Wanyan moved her head slightly, though not by much, but it looked like she was nodding.

"Hey! Hey!"

"It looks like they're being completely led by the nose."

"Tsk, that's pretty much how it is when you're with Yinyin, it's not just me." Mo Xueyao pouted. "Wanyan, you might look even sillier when you come out later!"

Li Wanyan's appearance is on the second disc.

—This is what Mo Xueyao discovered after fast-forwarding.

The second disc begins with the scene of Li Wanyan struggling to emerge from the crowd.

Mo Xueyao wanted to tease her, but when she turned around, she saw her staring blankly at her reflection in the screen.

Although his facial expression didn't change much, his eyes were blank and helpless.

When she was pulled over, she glanced back, then turned back, and her expression returned to calm.

"Wanyan, what's wrong? Are you still spacing out?"

"..." Li Wanyan gently bit her lip, "Do I... look that scared?"

"Scared? Scared of what? You don't look scary at all..."

She shook her head, without explaining what this 'fear' actually meant.

The recording didn't pause. Li Wanyan actually went on stage and sang "Only Mother is Good in the World" because of Hua Yinyin. At that time, Mo Xueyao was just listening to the song and didn't feel anything.

But looking back, it seems that it was Li Wanyan's true feelings.