A Young Woman's Heart

"No problem, let's begin!"

After a short break, the snow music band's practice began again...

However, because so many people were watching, it felt more like a small-scale performance.

……

Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Bell is Lost

Li Wanyan became engrossed in a long novel last night.

It is indeed very, very long.

Each book is quite thick, with about 200,000 to 300,000 words, and there are three books in total.

In this day and age, two or three hundred thousand words can be considered a novel, let alone a book of around one million words.

This book was published by a Taiwanese publisher. Perhaps because it was written in traditional Chinese characters, Li Wanyan was not reading it very quickly. There were some parts that she couldn't understand even with the context, so she had to look them up in the dictionary—which was right next to her.

Mo Xueyao vaguely remembered that she had brought up the desk lamp when she went to bed last night and continued reading by the dim light.

To my surprise, she was still watching when I woke up from my nap.

This was her second book already, and she was reading it with great interest, showing no sign of sleepiness.

The first light of dawn crept into the room, even fainter than the light from the desk lamp.

"Wanyan...you didn't sleep all night, did you...?" Mo Xueyao turned over, trying to sit up with her left hand, but having just woken up, she couldn't muster the strength, and as a result, her little face smacked against Li Wanyan's stomach.

Her belly was soft and making gurgling sounds.

"Hmm." Li Wanyan's gaze swept quickly over Mo Xueyao before returning to her book.

"What book is it? It's so good, are you addicted?" Mo Xueyao asked curiously.

But Li Wanyan, unusually, did not answer her.

She had no choice but to pick up the first book of this long novel set next to her pillow. The introduction, printed in traditional Chinese characters, was rather verbose, describing a story.

Overall, it's a story about a woman who suddenly becomes a man, and how she adapts to her new body and identity while taking on the social responsibilities of a man.

It's probably meant to express that being a man isn't as easy as people imagine.

Mo Xueyao curled her lip. She had absolutely no interest in such stories; it wasn't like she hadn't been with men before...

Although at that time he could only be considered a boy.

Aren't you getting up?

"You get up first."

"Oh."

Because it was Saturday, Mo Xueyao was particularly relaxed. She slowly washed up and even ate the breakfast she had just made.

Li Wanyan nestled in her warm bedding, showing no intention of getting up.

Although it was still early, the cloudless blue sky seemed to foreshadow a sunny day.

"Wanyan, get up and have breakfast."

"Um……"

"Wanyan, get up, wash up, and have breakfast. Let's go for a walk; the sun is shining brightly today!"

"Hmm..." Li Wanyan remained silent for a full half minute before abruptly replying, "Go ahead."

This is truly a strange thing.

Mo Xueyao could tell that she was clearly obsessed.

I reckon I won't leave my bed until I finish reading this book today.

"Okay, then I'll go find Yu Shu!"

"Ah."

Mo Xueyao seriously doubted that she had heard what she was saying at all.

Today, she wore a gray woolen long dress, a white woolen hat knitted by Li Wanyan's mother, and her long hair, which was slightly golden in the sunlight, went out.

Yi didn't actually knock on Yu Shu's door; she just happened to run into her putting out trash bags.

"Yu Shu! What are your plans for today?"

"Hmm? No..." Perhaps because she had just woken up not long ago, Yu Shu wasn't wearing her signature bun today. Her neat and straight hair was barely draped over her shoulders, but a few strands still stuck out mischievously.

"Want to go out and have some fun? Shall we walk to the studio?"

"Huh? Walking?"

"Well, I had nothing else to do anyway, so I just treated it as a walk."

"Okay... I'll talk to my mom."

"OK, OK!" Mo Xueyao made a gesture. "Then I'll wait for you!"

She waited for another half hour before Yu Shu finally came out of her house dressed.

Today she was wearing a white sweater with a gray and black striped pleated skirt. At first glance, it looked like she was wearing bare legs, but she was actually wearing thick leggings underneath.

Yu Shu usually dresses quite sweetly, but today's outfit, while still simple in style, has a touch more femininity than usual...

Yes, even though she's so short.

She avoided Mo Xueyao's gaze, swayed slightly, tilted her head to look at the wall, and asked, "How is it?"

"Huh? What do you mean, how?"

"Today... I'm wearing..."

"Oh, it looks really good. I've never seen you wear it before."

"Newly bought..."

"Did your mom buy it?"

"I bought it myself..."

"No wonder, the style is different from before."

"Really?" Yu Shu was quite happy. She and Mo Xueyao walked side by side down the stairs together.

Mo Xueyao walked quickly, and the bells tied to her ankles jingled along with her.

Yu Shu glanced down at the black pantyhose she was wearing and quickened her pace: "Are they sterling silver?"

"What pure silver?" She tilted her head in confusion, her blue eyes clearer than the sky.

"A bell."

"Oh, I think so, I forgot." Mo Xueyao scratched her head. "Hmm... maybe, perhaps, probably, possibly? By the way, Yu Shu, have you had breakfast?"

"I didn't eat."

"Let's buy some snacks on the way and eat them while we walk. Hmm, that would feel great!"

"it is good."

"call--"

"Hiss—" As soon as I went downstairs, the cold wind went straight to my bones.

Mo Xueyao shrank her neck, while Yu Shu, blushing, took the opportunity to hug her arm.

"It's so cold," she whispered.

"Yeah, it's so cold. Uh, is it really that cold?"

"Um……"

"But it's not easy for you to walk with your arm around mine..."

“Hmm…” So Yu Shu changed to holding hands.

—The same actions that Li Wanyan or Hua Yinyin often do.

Girls who are close will often walk hand in hand like this.

On weekend mornings, even breakfast shops don't seem to be doing as well.

The stall selling sesame cakes and fried dough sticks is usually packed with people, but today there were only a few scattered people standing there.

And most of them are elderly men and women.

An old man carrying a birdcage walked by, his body wrapped up tightly, but his feet were wearing a pair of simple flip-flops.

Standing in front of the tall sesame seed cake oven, Yu Shu could barely peek out with her head showing.

The owner himself stands on a small stool to add the sesame cakes.

The reason for making it so tall is to be able to bake more flatbreads at once without taking up too much space.

"Boss, a sesame seed cake and fried dough sticks, please!"

"Sweet or savory sesame seed cake? Would you like it with meat?"

"Huh? They even have meat in it now?"

"The ones with meat are 60 cents each, they can only be made to order, so you'll have to wait a bit."

"Then let's have one—what about Yu Shu?" Mo Xueyao tilted her head and gently nudged her arm.

"Hmm... just like Haruka."

So the two of them bought sesame seed cakes and fried dough sticks here, and then went next door to buy a bag of soy milk.

Mo Xueyao wanted to drink tofu pudding, so she walked more than a hundred meters to buy a cup from the small shop that specializes in selling tofu pudding.

In this day and age, every shop has its own unique characteristics, and it's rare to find one that offers a particularly wide variety of breakfast options.

Soy milk vendors only sell soy milk, and tofu pudding vendors only sell tofu pudding.

Even the grain and oil shops only sell grain and oil; they don't even sell cigarettes...