A Young Woman's Heart

"I'll learn from you." Li Wanyan said in a serious tone, making her playful remarks even more amusing.

"Hey, stop telling me to copy every bad habit you think I have, okay?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes, leaned against Li Wanyan, and slowly slid into her arms, resting her head on her lap.

Li Wanyan pinched her cheek and turned up the TV volume.

Inside, a program about the world's unsolved mysteries is playing.

Regardless of the content itself, just hearing the magnetic narration is enough to create an atmosphere of mystery.

Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan both enjoy watching these science popularization programs.

However, since it's already been described as an 'unsolved mystery,' even if the story is told in a brilliant way, Mo Xueyao still feels like she hasn't had enough.

Moreover, after exploring unsolved mysteries, the number of unanswered questions often increases...

It's supposed to be senior year of high school, but the atmosphere today is unusually lazy.

For a fleeting moment, Mo Xueyao actually wished for typhoons to come every day.

But if that were to happen, the family's fruit shop business would probably be unable to continue.

The family doesn't have enough income to live a happy life, so having typhoons every day is definitely not an option.

The typhoon was actually at its strongest in the early morning, and it is now gradually weakening.

The shattered clouds were then glued back together by the Autumn Maiden using a glue called wind.

Although the rain was still falling, at least the sky was no longer a uniform gray, but had some variations in color and brightness.

Mo Xueyao fell asleep in Li Wanyan's arms, while a long commercial break was playing on the television.

It seems they're promoting a type of jade item: buy one and get ten gifts free, and the price is only one-tenth of the original price.

It seems that the world's unsolved mysteries have come to an end, and we will not be broadcasting them today.

Li Wanyan didn't change the channel; she was leisurely reading a novel written entirely in English. On the back of the sofa was an old but thick English dictionary, in which she could look up almost any unfamiliar slang.

She treated the noisy advertisement as background music.

Mo Xueyao fell asleep nestled in her arms, seemingly dreaming of something delicious. She chewed incessantly, mumbling in her sleep, "So sweet...don't take it...I'm full...I want something spicy...mmm...meat is delicious...I love meat..."

Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks broke the peaceful tranquility.

"Xiao—Yao—Yao—" Even in her dream, Mo Xueyao recognized the voice of that familiar call.

Although she wasn't awake, she tilted her head back and responded, "What are you doing... not again... stop touching Yin Yin..."

"Little Yaoyao—"

"You're here." Li Wanyan gently patted Mo Xueyao's cheek, helping her sit up, while she put down her novel, walked to the door, and opened it.

Hua Yinyin was not alone outside the door; she was accompanied by Wang Jiale and Huang Yuxi. Each of the three was carrying something, like a gift for visiting guests.

"Hoo—" Mo Xueyao slumped weakly against the back of the sofa. Waking up after sleeping for an hour or two always made her feel particularly uncomfortable.

It's like suddenly running out of water halfway through a shower.

Even though I slept, I feel more tired than if I had stayed up all night.

"Little Yaoyao! We called your family's fruit shop, and your parents said you were home, so we came straight over." Hua Yinyin placed the small bag she was carrying on the shoe cabinet next to her. "I brought some cookies to eat!"

Wang Jiale, who was waiting to take off his shoes, eagerly waved the two bags in his hands: "I brought sushi! I made it myself! Tong Jue taught me how to make it when she was at my house!"

Li Wanyan deftly opened the shoe cabinet, took out three pairs of slippers, and placed them at the door. Meanwhile, Mo Xueyao seemed to be uncontrollably sliding down from the sofa, almost collapsing to the ground.

"I'm exhausted..." She didn't hear Hua Yinyin's words at all; she just felt tired.

The last one to come in was Huang Yuxi, who brought a box of farm-fresh eggs.

Well, this is probably the least typical gift a young person would give when meeting someone...

I always felt that only older people would bring this thing when they visited each other.

However, Li Wanyan still accepted them all politely.

Hmm... I guess it's just a polite way of putting it.

Anyway, her expression didn't change much, she just looked gentler than usual.

“Little Yao Yao—” Hua Yinyin bent down and grabbed one of Mo Xueyao’s arms, while Wang Jiale grabbed the other one.

"Didn't you sleep well last night, Xiaoyao? You look so sleepy!" Wang Jiale teased with a smile.

"No... let me catch my breath..." Mo Xueyao struggled to her feet, then leaned back on the sofa like a person with a hangover. After a long while, she finally spoke, "Why are you all here?"

Li Wanyan silently poured three glasses of water for them and said calmly, "Help yourselves if you want some water, it might be a little hot right now."

"Tsk tsk." Hua Yinyin couldn't help but click her tongue. She glanced at Li Wanyan, hesitated, and then continued with Mo Xueyao's question, "Why can't we come? There's a typhoon and classes are canceled today, so we were thinking of waiting until the typhoon gets a little weaker before coming out to play! This is a rare opportunity, and we don't have any homework, so it's great!"

“Even a small typhoon is still a typhoon.” Mo Xueyao glanced out the kitchen window—the sofa faced the kitchen entrance, and her living room had no windows, with only the kitchen providing some light. The lighting was really poor, and in this kind of weather, you had to turn on the lights to see things clearly. “It’s probably about as heavy as a normal downpour.”

"Little Yaoyao, can you please speak with your tongue straight?"

"What's wrong? Didn't you explain it clearly?"

"I'm not entirely sure! Also, don't worry about being bored, all these people are here to have fun! Lele and I both brought board games!"

“I brought Monopoly!” Wang Jiale immediately raised his hand and waved it.

"I brought a story-driven game with character skills. It's quite novel. I saw it in a toy store and bought it on a whim."

"Hey, how old are you, still browsing toy stores?"

"Tch, when we went out to play before, who was it that kept looking at the Transformers in the toy store window? It was clearly Yao Yao who was more childish, okay?"

"Cough!"

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Chapter Twenty-Eight "The Ultimate Side Story" - Radiance!

The ultimate side story is completely unrelated to the main story; please do not apply it to the main story.

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Something big is about to happen.

Hua Yinyin stands in a world outside of this world.

The computer displays the diary entries and stories I've written.

It stopped at the last line.

There was no period there.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xueyao was puzzled as she was suddenly pulled out of her own world.

Only when she returns here will she remember things she could never recall in her own world.

This is the reality of all worlds—but who knows if this world is a story written by a higher dimension?

"The light is going out." Hua Yinyin stood in front of the dusty French window, muttering to herself in a daze.

"What do you mean? Is there a power outage?" Mo Xueyao was puzzled.

They are the 'gods' who control their own world.

The original creator has been replaced by Hua Yinyin.

But in this world, they are just ordinary people, just like their original creators.

"Darkness is encroaching on this world, and everything is about to go out."

"why?"

"Because too many people...like the man who created our world, have given up their lives."

"Why?" Mo Xueyao asked, increasingly puzzled.

"Because the world is gradually losing many beautiful things, the remaining people have given up the belief in living in order to pursue the beauty of the past or the beauty of imagination—our world was created with this original intention."

"Many people... have died?"

"Perhaps it can be considered dead. As far as I know, people in this world don't truly die unless they want to die, in which case they will die completely in spirit."

"Oh—" Mo Xueyao watched the huge screen fly past the floor-to-ceiling window in front of her and couldn't help but back away.

"But there is also a situation where one's self is corrupted by darkness... Everyone in this world is independent, but everyone is also imprisoned in a cage."

Before Hua Yinyin could finish speaking, the large screen in the sky suddenly began broadcasting the news in unison.

The news reports showed people walking up to the high execution platform.

“I willingly face death.” A young man closed his eyes, as if embracing something. “The light I imagined was false. I am willing to embrace the light of the streetlights, for that is the true light.”

After he finished speaking, he walked under the towering street lamp on the execution platform.

The streetlights are very, very tall.

Go straight into the cloud.

The light shone down from a very, very high place.

Like sunlight.

The light slowly disintegrated the man.

Until he turned into dust and merged into the darkness.

No one guided them forward.

But one by one they voluntarily walked onto the execution platform.

Standing here, Hua Yinyin and Mo Xueyao can actually see that towering lamp that reaches into the clouds.

Something seemed to be hanging under the lamp, but it was completely obscured by the intense light and could not be discerned.

It could only be vaguely seen, and it did not seem to be human-shaped.

Perhaps there was nothing there at all, and what the two saw was merely an illusory shape created by light.

"...What happened to them?"

"Just like you saw, Xiaoyao, they voluntarily went to their deaths," Hua Yinyin explained simply.