A Young Woman's Heart

Finally, after being persuaded by passersby, they exchanged harsh words and left.

The first thing Duanmu Ji did after returning home was to take a shower. After showering, he lay on his back on the lower bunk of the bunk bed, not daring to move too much, because even the slightest movement would make him grimace.

It wasn't until almost midnight that Duanmu Bi returned home.

"Hey? Xiao Ji, what happened to you? Did you get into a fight? Didn't you promise me you wouldn't fight?"

"They've come to bully us..." Duanmu Ji said through gritted teeth, "Wouldn't it be more manly to run away like that?"

"Xiao Ji isn't a man to begin with, you're just a little boy, what are you pretending to be a real man for?" Duanmu Bi teased, pouting, and pulled a first-aid kit from under the bed. "Don't move around, I'll put some medicine on you now. Look at you, your face is all bruised, do you know you'll never find a girlfriend? Hmm, but it's okay if you don't, you still have your sister to keep you company~"

As Duanmu Bi spoke, the topic began to veer in a bad direction, and the serious moment couldn't last more than three minutes.

"What exactly happened? Tell me."

"Hmph...that guy punctured my tires and cut my brakes."

How do you know it was him?

"Who else could it be but him? I haven't had any conflicts with anyone else."

"Tsk, what if it really isn't him?"

“He admitted it himself!” Duanmu Ji said through gritted teeth.

"You, you, you're always so impulsive. You look like an honest, simple person, but you love fighting so much. Why can't you resolve things peacefully?" Duanmu Bi deliberately smeared the medicine soaked in cotton onto his wound.

"Ah—" Duanmu Ji gritted his teeth and cried out.

"Now you know it hurts? Why didn't you feel pain when you were fighting?" his sister said irritably, wrapping the bandage around his wound. "You always act impulsively. Was this another conflict caused by someone talking badly about your friend behind your back?"

"It is only natural to protect one's friends."

“But you can’t force someone to change their mind. The more you clash with them, the more they’ll talk badly and spread rumors.” His sister carefully applied some liniment to the wounds on his face, spreading it evenly little by little. “The cold wind only makes people wrap their clothes tighter, while the warm sunshine makes people take their clothes off. How many times have I told you this? And don’t always try to change other people’s minds!”

"If the rumor gets out, it will become a myth, and the false will become the true one."

"Then what you're doing now won't stop it, will it? Unless you kill someone else."

Duanmu Ji gave a cold laugh and looked away.

"Could it be because of the girl he likes that they had a conflict?"

"……No."

"It looks like you're lying." Duanmu Bi brought her face close to Duanmu Ji's eyes. "No way~ Little Ji is still young~ He can't fall in love too early~"

"Tsk."

"Sleep with your sister tonight! I'll keep an eye on you so you don't move around too much and roll off the bed."

"I never rolled down."

"What if you have a nightmare? Or what if you're fighting in your dream? No way~ I have to take good care of you."

Duanmu Ji, who was in so much pain that he didn't want to move, could only express his resistance by rolling his eyes.

"Honestly, it's been so long since I slept with Xiao Ji. When she was little, she always insisted on sleeping with me. Without me, she would have nightmares and scream at night, and her face would be covered in tears when she woke up."

"Hey..." Duanmu Ji looked at the ceiling with an embarrassed expression, "When did this happen... I don't remember!"

"Of course you don't remember, you heartless little thing, hmph... Back then, you were still calling me 'Mommy' in your arms."

"I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to take the day off tomorrow?"

"Need not."

"Are you sure you don't need to? Your injury is quite serious."

"It's just a superficial injury."

"Well, I'll ask for leave for you then."

"No need!" Duanmu Ji shouted defiantly.

"Tch, you brat who loves to show off." Duanmu Bi gave him a disdainful look. "Don't come crying to me when you're in so much pain."

Duanmu Ji answered her with a cold snort.

Only then did he begin to carefully recall what Zheng Qiang had said earlier.

Could it be that he wasn't the one who secretly did it?

But if it's not him, then who is it?

He had no close friends, and no girl liked him.

It's impossible for anyone to help him get revenge.

If they are unrelated people, why would they do this?

Even if he and Zheng Qiang were to fight, it wouldn't do him any good.

This isn't a war, so there's no way someone could reap the benefits.

There's nothing of value to be gained from Duanmu Ji or Zheng Qiang, is there?

The next day, when Duanmu Ji forced himself to go to school, he suddenly found an apology letter in his drawer.

"Zheng Qiang?" he muttered to himself in complete disbelief as he opened the envelope.

The handwriting inside was neat and elegant, clearly not written by Zheng Qiang.

That guy can only write characters that look like a dog's scratch.

The contents of the letter also proved that it was not written by Zheng Qiang.

Early in the morning, there were only three or four other students in the class besides him. Zheng Qiang hadn't even arrived yet. How could he put the letter in his drawer? He couldn't possibly have turned around and written the letter last night and put it in, could he?

"I'm sorry, I mistook the bicycle for the one I was looking for yesterday. I only wanted to get revenge on the girl who bullied me. I saw you fighting with Zheng Qiang, so I wrote you this apology letter. I'm sorry, I just wanted to get revenge on Feng..."

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Chapter 281 The Doll-like Girl

May 20th.

Yesterday was Friday, and there was a heavy rain, but the temperature today still reached 28 degrees Celsius. Wherever the sun shines, people will sweat profusely.

Mo Xueyao was once again invited by Ye Banxia to the Kongqing Welfare Home.

Everything at the welfare home remained the same, with both the staff and the children living there taking their time.

This place seems to exist in a different world from the outside world. A high wall isolates the complex and busy life outside, leaving only leisure and tranquility here.

Xuan Anyi couldn't come today because of something, and Li Wanyan wanted to go to Zuo Ziya's place to study piano some more, so only Mo Xueyao, Ye Banxia, ​​and Cha Li came to the orphanage.

Principal Mo didn't come today; instead, they were brought by Su Yuqing, a teacher from the medical affairs office.

Because she can't drive, everyone took a taxi from the school gate to get there.

“Squeak—” The staff member opened Aishu’er’s door with a key. As usual, she sat in front of the French windows, quietly ‘looking’ out the window.

"Then I'll be leaving now." The staff member bowed slightly and quietly retreated to the outside of the corridor. "Call us if you need anything."

"Okay, thank you, you've worked hard." Su Yuqing nodded politely, then walked in holding a bouquet of flowers.

The bouquet contained various blue flowers, some of which Mo Xueyao recognized, while others she had seen before but didn't know their names.

It's likely that Ashley used to like blue, or all sorts of blue flowers. Although the combination might not look particularly beautiful, it was a token of her affection.

"Aishier, I brought your favorite flowers. It's already summer, are you feeling hot?" Su Yuqing placed the flowers in Aishuer's arms and then sat down next to her chair.

Mo Xueyao had a good impression of this girl who also looked to be of mixed race.

She looked younger than me, but probably not by much, maybe a year or two younger at most.

In a sense, the two should be considered to be the same age.

The blue in her long, dark blue hair was even more pronounced in the sunlight, blending into the black hair like a winding, deep blue river in the night.

Aishuer's eyes remained unfocused, staring blankly into the distance.

Her condition is neither quite vegetative nor quite normal.

But it gives people more hope than being in a vegetative state.

Mo Xueyao also secretly hoped that one day she would truly 'wake up'.

"Aishuer, we've come to see you too." Ye Banxia waved her hand in front of her eyes, then pouted in disappointment, "She still doesn't react."

"Slowly, there will be a reaction." Su Yuqing smiled wryly, gently combing her long hair and tidying her clothes. "I ordered a set of clothes this time, and I want her to try them on."

"Huh? Do I need to change clothes?" Mo Xueyao looked awkwardly towards the door. "Should we leave for a moment?"

"No need, we're all girls, why should we avoid each other?" Su Yuqing blinked in surprise. "If you were here, you could help me out."

"Cough..." Mo Xueyao felt a little guilty, after all, the other party was a girl she didn't know very well, and she was still a little uneasy.

A boy's little secrets don't just disappear so easily.

"Okay, let's help." Ye Banxia nodded. "What clothes did Teacher Su order?"

"I've commissioned a witch outfit just like I imagined, and... it even comes with all sorts of little accessories." Su Yuqing pointed to the paper bag she had just placed on the table. "Hmm... Shall we begin now?"

"It looks interesting," Cha Li said, stroking his chin. "Like playing with a life-sized doll-like girl?"

"Don't treat her like a toy, be careful not to hurt her."

"Of course."

"Then, who can help me hold Aisha's legs? Or two people, one leg each, I'll hold her upper body, and we'll carry her to the bed first."

"Hmm... I'll do it." Mo Xueyao volunteered and lifted Aishuer's legs by herself, which turned out to be much heavier than she had imagined.

A conscious person, when being held, will intentionally pull upwards to reduce the weight of the other person, while a sleeping person obviously will not do so.

Although Ashleigh's eyes were open, it was no different from when she was asleep.

Mo Xueyao and Su Yuqing struggled to carry her to the bed, which made her begin to admire the staff who took care of her every day.

It must be exhausting to carry her up and down every day.