A Young Woman's Heart

After all, it is said that most people snore because their airways are not clear.

As usual, a pot of cold boiled water was placed on the dining table.

If it were the old Mo Xueyao, she might have walked up to the spout and drunk directly from it.

After all, it would be too much trouble to take another cup and then wash it later.

But people always move forward.

In life, we encounter different people and different things, which also changes many of our habits.

Now, she will naturally take out her water glass, pour herself a full glass, and gulp it down in one go.

"Boom—" A thunderclap suddenly flashed past the kitchen window. The enormous lightning bolt seemed to be only a few meters away from the window; if it had been any closer, it might have struck the house...

After drinking water and using the toilet, Mo Xueyao quickly climbed back into bed.

It was as if some ferocious beast was chasing us.

Back in bed, she immediately felt safe and relaxed.

Li Wanyan followed her back to the bed and hugged the plush bear again.

"I don't think I can sleep." Mo Xueyao's blue eyes seemed brighter than Li Wanyan's black pupils in the darkness. "Since I have tomorrow off, how about I just get up tonight and do my homework?"

"...At night?"

"Yeah, and then we'll sleep during the day! Anyway, Mom and Dad aren't home, so they can't bother us, hehe." Mo Xueyao suddenly put one hand on Li Wanyan's shoulder excitedly, "I've never tried doing homework at this time before! Why don't we give it a try!"

Li Wanyan chuckled, but still nodded slightly.

So the two of them, who had just gotten into bed, got out of bed again. One of them hugged a teddy bear, and the other hugged a pillow, and sat down at the desk under the bed.

A dim, yellowish desk lamp is perfect for turning on on a night like this.

They are like candles of the new era, dispelling the darkness without completely extinguishing the tranquility of the night.

Li Wanyan took out her homework but didn't open it. Instead, she rested her chin on her hand and stared blankly out the window.

Mo Xueyao had already written several questions, but she still hadn't moved on.

"What are you thinking about?"

"...My mom."

"Ah...right, with such a big typhoon, is the shop still open?"

"It should be open."

The convenience store is open 24 hours a day, while Li Wanyan's mother mostly works the night shift.

During the day, Zhuang Lianlian and Grandma Jin take turns looking after the animals—whoever is free or available takes charge.

She seems to be hiring a helper specifically for the night shift, and plans to have Pan Jiexiang work the day shift.

That's a good thing, after all, we're not young anymore, and always working night shifts isn't good for our health.

"Hmm...should we make a phone call?" Mo Xueyao stopped writing and tilted her head to ask.

"...No need, the phone is in the living room."

"Shouldn't it be quiet if you keep your voice down?"

Li Wanyan hesitated for a moment, but still shook her head: "Forget it, the signal must be bad."

After all, there's a typhoon outside, so even if you can hear the other person clearly, you'll definitely have to speak louder.

However, if it's too loud, it will disturb Mo Xueyao's parents who are sound asleep.

"Well... let's keep doing our homework, maybe we can just stay up all night!" Mo Xueyao seemed very excited, as excited as if she had been playing games all night. "If we finish, we can rest all day tomorrow! We can also get a good night's sleep on Sunday!"

“…Write it.” Li Wanyan shook her head helplessly.

Mo Xueyao turned on the radio, but every channel had a hissing sound.

Some were completely silent, as if they had been turned off because it was too late.

The channels with signal were not being managed; they were just playing music on a loop.

If this weren't a radio, but a television, there would probably be a familiar circular icon displayed on the screen...

The static from the radio dispelled the dullness of the atmosphere.

Even in the dead of night, Mo Xueyao was more efficient than usual.

It's worth noting that her homework efficiency is already quite high.

Many students don't finish their homework during evening self-study sessions and have to continue doing it until 1 or 2 a.m. when they get home.

Mo Xueyao always finished all her homework before the end of evening self-study, and sometimes she could even have some free time to rest or learn something else.

The music from the radio grew increasingly muffled, while the crackling noise became clearer.

But both of them were completely focused on their homework, so the noise didn't seem bothersome at all; in fact, it was more calming than music.

Mo Xueyao suddenly couldn't resist opening the window a crack, and a gust of wind rushed in through that tiny gap, making the homework books rattle loudly.

She quickly closed the shutter again, then gave Li Wanyan, who was looking at her, an awkward smile: "By the way, speaking of which, this should be the last typhoon of the year, right?"

“Those passing through the Zhejiang area should stop appearing after October,” Li Wanyan said uncertainly. “...Generally, they shouldn’t.”

"So, this should be considered the last typhoon. It originally wanted to sneak past while we were sleeping, but now we can watch it blow all night long. It's quite memorable!"

"..." Li Wanyan glanced at her helplessly, her brows relaxed and her eyes slightly curved.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: School Closures Due to Typhoon

The rattling windows seem to have become so familiar that they no longer cause any anxiety.

While fast asleep, Mo Xueyao vaguely heard her mother talking to someone in the living room.

Then, the door to the small room was opened, and her loud voice, comparable to that of a rooster, sounded so muffled and indistinct to Mo Xueyao's ears at that moment.

"Distant...today...school...class...wind...sleep...don't forget..."

She hadn't actually heard him clearly, but she still nodded instinctively and mumbled a few words in response.

Her glistening saliva dripped onto the pillow, and she rested one of her delicate pink feet on the snow-white wall, hugging the blankets tighter.

The plush bear that was sandwiched between her and Li Wanyan while they slept had been kicked to the side, apparently because its presence made the bed too hot, so it was disliked.

The alarm clock beeped and vibrated, dancing on the headboard.

Today is not Sunday, but Monday.

On Friday night, a typhoon hit, and I thought that was the end of the typhoon season for the year, but unexpectedly another one came on Monday.

The typhoon wasn't supposed to be blowing this way, but it changed its course over the course of a few days.

Moreover, it didn't just pass through Z city and incidentally affect Hangzhou; it actually passed right through Hangzhou.

"Yaoyao, aren't you getting up?"

"No rush...it's Saturday today..." It's probably because of the typhoon outside the window.

The sound gave Mo Xueyao the illusion that she had returned to that Friday night.

It took her a full minute to realize what was happening before she suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no! What time is it? Isn't today Monday?"

Li Wanyan was standing under the bed getting dressed, but not in her school uniform; she was wearing her usual casual dress.

Hearing Mo Xueyao's panicked shouts, she couldn't help but purse her lips and shake her head: "Classes suspended."

"what?"

"Look out the window."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xueyao turned her head sharply and saw that the storm was raging just like on Friday, except that the sky was not completely black, but rather a white with a hint of dark gray.

Late on Friday and Saturday, Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan did their homework together until 8 a.m. They not only finished the assigned homework, but also did the part they would do later.

I felt sleepy around 2 or 3 pm on Saturday, and slept until midnight, when I felt energetic again.

I almost stayed up all night again. Although I managed to fall asleep around 4 a.m., my biological clock still felt very messed up. Even though it was just a weekend, it felt like three or four days had passed.

This morning, I finally managed to get my biological clock back on track a little.

"Typhoon, classes are suspended? How did Wanyan know?"

“My godmother answered the phone; it was Teacher Ye Wen calling.”

"Oh—no wonder." Mo Xueyao relaxed completely and then collapsed onto the bed.

Although I wasn't fully asleep, time still seemed to pass very quickly.

She felt as if she had only taken a short time to organize her thoughts, but in reality, a full hour had passed.

When I got out of bed again, it was already past eight o'clock.

This is not too late for the time being when schools are closed and holidays are in effect.

Suddenly having an extra day off and no extra homework, Mo Xueyao, after washing up and having breakfast, sat on the sofa and felt strangely bored.

The typhoon has already blown down several large trees, and the weather doesn't look like it's safe to go out.

Half of the shops on the street were not open.

Only the grocery store directly below her balcony does decent business; occasionally, people come in to buy cigarettes or soy sauce and cooking oil to take home.

In this kind of weather, an umbrella will be blown inside out by the wind as soon as it is opened.

I really don't know how my mother got to the fruit shop this morning.

Do buses still operate normally during typhoons like this?

Mo Xueyao walked back to the living room from the balcony, plopped down on the sofa, and sank into it completely.

"Wanyan, you didn't study today?"

Li Wanyan rolled her eyes at her, then changed the channel on the remote: "Take a break now and then."

"Hey, you never used to be like this."