A Young Woman's Heart

The wind and rain raged.

"Get in the car quickly!" Huang Zhengyang hurriedly jumped out of the car, took the instant noodles from Zuo Ziya's hand, and placed them on the center console.

The roadside trees were bent over by the strong wind, as if they might break at any moment.

"Come down quickly, I'll catch you!"

Zuo Ziya subconsciously did as Huang Zhengyang said, jumping from the truck bed into his arms.

In just a few seconds, the rain had soaked the two of them.

The strong wind made it hard for Huang Zhengyang to walk, so he quickened his pace, forcefully shoved Zuo Ziya into the passenger seat, and slammed the car door shut.

He then got into the driver's seat from the other side.

The car door on this side was slammed shut even harder.

Perhaps the wind played a part in this.

The wind and rain were kept out.

The carriage was noticeably quieter.

Waterfalls were already gushing out of the windshield, as if someone was using a water gun to wash the car.

The dense raindrops pounded against the car body, making it feel like steel balls were falling instead of rain.

Zuo Ziya turned her head to look out the window, gently pursed her lips, and seemed unable to calm her rapidly beating heart.

The rain doesn't seem like it's going to stop anytime soon.

With such a strong typhoon, cars can't be driven.

It seems we can only wait patiently here.

……

(three)

"Dong dong..."

"Boom boom boom——"

"Coming..." Hua Yinyin, who was about to go to sleep, rubbed her eyes and walked out barefoot, looking sleepy. She quickly walked to the door. She pushed open the door and saw Huang Yuxi standing outside, hugging her pillow and wearing pajamas.

"Hey, Xiaoxi? What's up? Is something the matter?" He lived next door to her and they often visited each other, but this was the first time he had come to knock on her door so late.

"Thunder..." Huang Yuxi had barely finished speaking when a deafening clap of thunder came from outside the window, startling him so much that he couldn't help but swallow. "Nobody's home... Can I... sleep on your sofa?"

"Pfft, Xiao Xi, you're still so timid!" Hua Yinyin pinched his little face. "Go to sleep, go to sleep, I'll go get you some bedding."

"Um……"

"Your brother isn't home?"

"Not yet, back, for delivery."

"Huh, still delivering goods so late? It looks like a typhoon is coming today?" Hua Yinyin glanced out the window as she walked through the living room. "Tsk, it's already blowing. I hope he's not stuck on the way."

"Ugh!" Huang Yuxi clutched her chest in worry.

"But it should be fine, typhoons happen every year, don't they..."

"Here, I brought you the blanket. Come to the bedroom and wake me if you need anything—I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep now..."

"Um... Brother... are you alright...?"

"Don't worry, he'll be home tomorrow after a good night's sleep."

……

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Last Typhoon of the Year

Although tomorrow is Saturday, the two of them went to bed around nine o'clock.

Mo Xueyao is the kind of person who can fall asleep the moment her head hits the pillow.

Li Wanyan's sleep wasn't very good to begin with, but after sleeping with her for a long time, she seemed to have caught some of the sleep problems.

Now, whenever she hears Mo Xueyao's even breathing, she can't help but feel sleepy.

So although she still gets up early, she actually gets at least two or three more hours of sleep than before.

The days of tossing and turning in bed at two or three in the morning are almost over.

The strong winds drowned out all sound.

Even in the room, I felt like I could be blown away at any moment, or that the windows and roof could be ripped off.

Living on the top floor makes this feeling even stronger.

"Achoo!" A loud sneeze pulled Mo Xueyao out of her sleep. She rubbed her nose and suddenly opened her eyes.

I didn't feel sleepy at all; on the contrary, I felt wide awake.

A luminous clock hanging on the wall displays the time.

Mo Xueyao is not nearsighted, so she can see everything clearly.

2:15...

about.

I slept for less than five hours.

But by then she was no longer sleepy.

He slowly sat up and looked out the window at the raging wind.

The wind was as fierce as Lu Zhishen, threatening to uproot the trees.

At this moment, a stray dog ​​and a stray cat put aside their racial prejudices and huddled together, shivering in a corner. The only thing that could shield them from the wind was a piece of green sheet metal that had been blown in from somewhere.

Perhaps if you sleep until dawn, you won't even see the devastation caused by the typhoon, but only the mess left behind after it has passed.

She remembers this happening many times when she was a child.

For some reason, when I was a child, I always loved to stay at home and look out the window during stormy weather.

Perhaps because they know their home is safe, they don't mind looking at the disaster outside that has caused enormous losses to others.

Of course, in reality, my old home wasn't very safe either.

Looking back now, I realize I had overlooked many troublesome things.

During typhoons, there are always many basins in the house because the roof used to leak badly.

Moreover, the windows would often rattle loudly in the wind. I vaguely remember one year when a window broke, but it was quickly repaired the next day, so I didn't pay any attention to it at the time.

As for my current home—

There's no need to worry about any of these things.

There shouldn't be any problems for at least the next few years.

The roof and the house have been waterproofed, so there will be no more water leaking into the house. Even during a fierce typhoon, there won't be all sorts of basins scattered around, and my parents can sleep peacefully now.

Mo Xueyao rested her chin on her hand, unsure whether she should continue lying down or savor this rare scenery a little longer.

As if by some special connection, after Mo Xueyao had been awake for a while, Li Wanyan also seemed unable to fall back asleep.

She tossed and turned, her eyes tightly closed, her brows furrowed.

A light sweat began to bead on my forehead, then I suddenly woke up with a start, opening my eyes as if I had just had a nightmare.

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw Mo Xueyao sitting next to her.

"Oh, Wanyan? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Hmm..." Li Wanyan slowly sat up, her expression calm, but she looked like she had been pulled out of the water, her whole body covered in cold sweat.

The world outside the window was barely illuminated by the streetlights, and a few others, perhaps broken by the wind, flickered intermittently but were not constantly lit.

"Anyway, I'm off tomorrow, so let me calm down a bit before I go to sleep?" Mo Xueyao lazily straightened up, took a plush toy from the top of the wardrobe next to her, and the old newspapers underneath made a slight sound.

Li Wanyan subconsciously took the teddy bear that Mo Xueyao handed her, and only came to her senses a few seconds later, unable to suppress a smile: "Why are you giving me this?"

"Would it make me feel safer if I held him?"

"Then I'll just hold you."

"Uh, I'm so big, it's not very convenient to carry me, is it?" Mo Xueyao blinked and said seriously.

Li Wanyan smiled and shook her head, but still hugged the plush bear toy.

When you first wake up, your body will feel a little numb, but after a few moments of wakefulness, you will feel the urge to urinate or drink water.

Mo Xueyao licked her lips, turned her head, and met Li Wanyan's gaze.

"Cough—"

"Cold?"

"Ok!"

Without much verbal communication, Li Wanyan understood what she meant.

"Do you want me to help you use the toilet too?"

“…Unfortunately, it won’t work.” Mo Xueyao shrugged. “Ah, Wanyan, now that you mention it, I suddenly need to go to the bathroom… Oh well, I still have to get out of bed…”

"It's not even winter yet," she said casually, climbing out of bed first.

"If it were winter, I definitely wouldn't want to get out of bed..." Mo Xueyao muttered, and then climbed out of bed as well.

The room was quiet.

Even through a living room and a door, you could still hear snoring coming from the master bedroom.

Without a doubt, it must be the father's.

The sound was louder than thunder.

It's seriously worrying that he might suddenly stop breathing.