A Young Woman's Heart

It was very cold. Even with the doors and windows tightly closed, every time I exhaled, I could see a puff of mist being exhaled from my mouth.

The world inside and outside the blankets is clearly two different worlds.

But today happens to be a day off.

Today is Wednesday. If we want to have a weekend off, we'll have to wait two more days.

Mo Xueyao stared blankly at the second hand of the alarm clock until five minutes later, when the alarm finally stopped ringing.

The time is 5:35.

Getting out of bed in winter is a difficult thing.

This even requires a resolute courage.

"Hiss—!" Mo Xueyao suddenly threw off the blanket and felt the cold air instantly envelop her, as if it was going to freeze her into an ice cube.

Yesterday, she saw on the weather forecast that today's high temperature would only be six degrees Celsius and the low temperature would only be one degree Celsius.

It's almost at a freezing temperature.

This is already quite cold for the south.

Mo Xueyao quickly put on the thick winter school uniform coat by the bedside and immediately felt much warmer. Then she put on the fleece-lined leggings that her godfather had given her, and her legs began to warm up a little, but they were still a bit cold compared to her upper body.

These leggings are said to be imported from Japan. Female students in places like Hokkaido wear leggings like these in winter. Her godfather gave her ten pairs at Christmas, but Mo Xueyao wasn't there at the time, so her mother kept them for her.

"Do Japanese girls really wear these leggings outside when it snows? I feel a bit cold at home..." Mo Xueyao muttered to herself as she pushed open the door.

My mother was still busy, but she seemed to be slowing down a bit and wasn't in such a hurry as before.

She was calmly frying eggs in the kitchen, slowly tearing seaweed into pieces and putting them into a bowl.

"Mom, what's for breakfast this morning?"

"Noodles, with a poached egg and seaweed soup," Mother said with a smile, turning her head. "Go wash up quickly, hmm? You're already wearing the pantyhose your godfather gave you? How does it feel?"

"It's alright, a little warmer than the one you bought." Mo Xueyao stamped her feet because she was cold. "But it's still... a bit cold. Ugh... why do we have to wear skirts to school?"

"Maybe your principal just wants to see some young and pretty girls?" the mother joked.

"I don't think the principal is the kind of person with such low tastes, is he?" Mo Xueyao muttered, stroking her chin, as she walked towards the restroom. "Huh? Where's my towel?"

"How long have you been using that towel? It's filthy! I washed it last night, but it's still not dry. I'll get you a new one! And a toothbrush too!" The mother said, scooping the poached eggs from the pot into a bowl, and then went into the bedroom.

"Why be so particular?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes.

"Do you understand personal hygiene?"

"I know—" Mo Xueyao replied helplessly, drawing out her words.

"I bought you a bottle of facial cleanser. Remember to use facial cleanser when you wash your face from now on, and apply face cream afterward. That's the most basic thing."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

After a quick wash and breakfast, Mo Xueyao slung her backpack over her shoulder and headed out the door.

It was raining lightly outside. The rain seemed to be somewhere between solid and liquid, making a 'plop' sound when it hit the ground and leaving a few light water stains.

"Yesterday's weather forecast seemed to say it would be sleet today?" Mo Xueyao shivered and took an umbrella out of her bag.

Riding a bike in this weather without wearing thick cotton pants would probably freeze her legs off, so she decided to take the bus to school today.

Anyway, the bus should still be quite fast at this time—it's only just past six o'clock.

"Whoosh—" Mo Xueyao stood downstairs, forcefully opening her umbrella. Just as she was about to go out, she saw a black bicycle stop with a 'creak' at the door.

A shivering postman wearing a raincoat got off his vehicle carrying newspapers and letters, and began delivering them to each house number one by one.

Mo Xueyao immediately noticed a letter had been stuffed into her mailbox, which looked somewhat damp, perhaps due to the rain.

"A letter?" She suddenly remembered something. "Come to think of it, it's been almost two months, hasn't it? After all that back and forth, it should have arrived by now."

After the postman left, she took out her keys and rummaged through them, finding the small key that she rarely used. She opened the lock and took out the letters along with a bunch of useless advertising flyers.

The letter was indeed a little wet from the rain, so it looks slightly damp.

The mailing address was written in Russian, while the mailing address was written in somewhat broken Chinese.

Although the handwriting is like that of an elementary school student, it is at least legible.

Yes, this was indeed the letter from Morning Star.

Mo Xueyao's thoughts immediately flew to that snowy land.

Come to think of it, so much time has passed that I've almost forgotten what I wrote in the letter.

She didn't open it right away, but put the letter in her schoolbag, planning to read it at school.

Perhaps because of the sleet, the whole city looked hazy and blurry, like a thickly painted oil painting.

The bus approached from a distance, and it wasn't until it was almost at the stop that the numbers on it became clear.

It just so happens to be the car she needs to take.

There weren't many people getting on the bus at that moment, and there were plenty of empty seats, so you could sit anywhere you wanted.

Perhaps it's because of the cold weather, but many people are unable to get out of bed. The buses are much emptier at this time than in the summer. Of course, the peak hours later will definitely be more congested than in the summer.

She dislikes the feeling of being crowded and prefers to sit in an empty carriage like this, enjoying the tranquility of the morning.

While waiting for the bus outside, her little hands and face were red from the cold. She had hoped to warm up inside the carriage for a while, but she didn't expect that it wouldn't be much better inside either.

It's just that there's no wind, but in this kind of weather, this big metal box feels almost like a refrigerator.

The main problem is that there aren't enough people; otherwise, it should be quite warm.

There was no heating on the bus, so the only way to keep warm was to shiver.

My legs were shaking, my hands were shaking, and eventually my whole body was trembling slightly.

Mo Xueyao took a small sip of the hot tea she had brought from home that morning to ease the feeling of cold.

Although sitting on this plastic seat feels no different than sitting on a block of ice...

Finally, she got off the bus. Mo Xueyao breathed on her face and walked quickly in the rain while holding an umbrella. She didn't care that she was walking too fast and getting rainwater onto her shoes and ankles. All she wanted to do was get to the classroom as soon as possible.

"Good morning!" Today it was the turn of the cheerful-looking security guard uncle to be on duty. He was slurping down the takeout noodles with pickled vegetables and shredded pork while waving to Mo Xueyao indistinctly.

He seemed to have a deep impression of the students who arrived early.

Or rather, he would greet any student who arrived early with a warm greeting.

"Good morning," Mo Xueyao replied politely, then hurried into the teaching building.

The classroom door was tightly closed, and the windows on both sides were slightly ajar. Due to the temperature difference, a layer of white mist had formed on the windowpanes.

"Phew! It's so warm!" Mo Xueyao pushed open the classroom door and let out a long breath. The heating had been turned on, and warm air was being continuously pumped into the classroom.

Although it's not as warm as underfloor heating, it's at least around 15 or 16 degrees Celsius, which is definitely much more comfortable than outside.

"Hahoo!" Just as Mo Xueyao was about to close the classroom door, a petite figure suddenly darted in, then a pair of icy hands cried out and suddenly hugged her thigh. "In this cold weather, only little Yaoyao's thigh can warm my heart!"

"The pervert is at it again..." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. She knew who it was without even looking. "Hua Yinyin, let go!"

"Hehehe, touch it again, it's so warm~ Mmm, the milky scent is getting stronger!"

Mo Xueyao helplessly pushed Hua Yinyin's little face to the other side, and escaped from her clutches.

Hua Yinyin's unique way of greeting has become almost a daily routine for Mo Xueyao.

Having gotten rid of Hua Yinyin, she sat down in her own seat. There happened to be an air vent there, and although the warm air wasn't blowing directly on her, it was still quite warm even though it was blowing at an angle.

Wearing her Yukong High School uniform in winter, she didn't want to go anywhere except the classroom.

Mo Xueyao took the notebook out of her schoolbag, then hung the schoolbag on the back of the chair. She placed the letter next to the air vent so that the warm air would dry it and prevent the writing from becoming blurry if it got damp for too long.

"Xiaoyao, I bought some tofu pudding on the way. Do you want some?" Li Wanyan, who had been in a daze until Mo Xueyao came in, suddenly asked.

"Okay, sweet or savory?"

"Sweet? Doesn't Haruka like sweet things?"

"Sweet is fine too, but I feel it's not worth it. They're all the same price, so why not just buy the savory tofu pudding with fried dough sticks and pickled vegetables?" Mo Xueyao muttered.

"I just simply like sweet things," Li Wanyan smiled. "Would you like a drink?"

"Go ahead and drink it. We've already bought it, it'd be a waste not to drink it."

"Wow, the class monitor even brought breakfast for Xiaoyao!" Hua Yinyin exclaimed.

"Is that so strange?" Mo Xueyao asked, her eyelids drooping.

"Damn it, and it seems like we go home together every day after school! I've decided that I'll come to school with Xiaoyao every morning from now on, so that it'll be more balanced!" Hua Yinyin shouted, waving her little fist.

"Actually, the class monitor lives at my house." Mo Xueyao glanced at her sideways and deliberately teased her.

"Hey! What! How could this be? I was here first! Whether it's sleeping together or showering together, I was here first!"

……

Chapter 152 Receiving the Letter (Part 2)

The cold weather kept many people cooped up in their blankets, resulting in fewer students arriving at school early than usual.

Basically, the classroom is empty until 7:30, with only a few students. But after 7:30, a large number of people will flood in, and within a short ten minutes, almost everyone will be there.

Mo Xueyao quite liked this, because it meant that she could enjoy a full hour of quiet classroom time from 6:30 to 7:30.

Although Hua Yinyin always greets people in strange ways, she doesn't bother others. She may seem like a reckless girl, but she's actually very sensible.

Mo Xueyao drank tofu pudding while reading the science fiction magazine she had borrowed from Mr. Xue. By the time she finished the tofu pudding, the damp letter had almost dried out.

Then, with a slightly excited cough, he gently tore open the letter.

The letter was bulging, and when she received it, she felt that there must be a lot of things inside, and when she opened it, she found that was indeed the case.

Inside was a small Russian nesting doll, only about the size of a thumb, but it could be opened to reveal five layers, the innermost one being smaller than a fingernail.

Although small, it is exquisitely crafted and is a charming little handicraft.

In addition, she also attached a number of photos, some of which appeared to be of Chenxing. Judging from the angle of the photos, they were probably taken by someone else.