A Young Woman's Heart

The wind is always stronger on higher floors than on lower floors.

If the breeze downstairs is gentle enough to lift your hair, then here it's a raging wind that can make your hair a complete mess.

A cricket, somehow found its way to the top-floor windowsill, and was hiding in a pot of orchids on a small platform outside her balcony, still trying its best to make its own sound in the strong wind.

"Whoosh—ah—what a strong wind." Hua Yinyin opened the window, squinting as the wind tousled her hair. At school, she usually wore her hair in pigtails, but she would let it hang loose when she got home.

Wearing braids for too long can cause headaches and also make your hairline recede...

Headaches are actually quite normal. After all, if you want to tie your hair up tightly, you have to pull your hair hard. You may not feel anything at first, but after a day, you will feel a slight pain in your scalp.

This varies from person to person.

Those who are more sensitive will easily notice it, while those who are less sensitive will not react at all.

"Thump, thump, thump—"

"Who is it? What do you want?" Hua Yinyin asked lazily, drawing out her voice.

"Your dad."

"What's wrong, Dad? It's a rare day with a power outage, why don't you and Mom go to your room to enjoy some time together? Why are you bothering me?"

"What's the point of spending time alone with your mom?"

"That's some kind of statement that makes me want to call the police," Hua Yinyin muttered lazily. "Come in, come in, what's going on?"

"Come in and take a look at what you've drawn."

"Oh, it's so dark now, I can't see anything."

"It's alright, I brought a portable desk lamp." Hua Yinyin's father had slicked-back hair and was dressed in a suit, but he wasn't very serious when facing his daughter. "Look, how about it? I bought it yesterday, and it's already come in handy today. It's pink, don't you like this color?"

"I don't like it, thank you." Hua Yinyin rolled her eyes. "How old am I? Why do I still like pink? I like black now!"

"When you're in your twenties or thirties, you'll like pink again. Look at your mom, she likes pink, doesn't she?"

"Ugh, that woman's tastes are all so childish, it's not just about pink, okay?" Hua Yinyin closed the window. "Look, that folder over there contains all her recent drawings."

"Oh—" Hua Yinyin's father didn't rush to look, but instead sat cross-legged in front of her easel. "What are you painting? It's rare to see you painting in oil."

"I only use colored pencils and watercolors for convenience," Hua Yinyin said, sitting on her little stool. "I've been teaching myself the impasto style of painting lately."

"That requires a lot of materials."

"Yeah, Dad, don't rub it there. I put a cloth over there to cover it up. It's full of crumbs. If you get them on you, you might as well not wear this suit."

"I understand." Hua Yinyin's father leaned back and held up the portable desk lamp in his hand. "Let me see... Oh... Oh, this is rare, Yinyin, you actually drew a woman."

"Tsk, because I have my own body to refer to," Hua Yinyin muttered, resting her cheek on her hand. "Hmm... it's relatively easier to draw, and I can also study the human body more deeply."

"This character looks very noble, like a princess?"

"Well, it seems you do have some discernment, Dad." Hua Yinyin glanced at her father sideways. "How does the princess feel, leaning against the classic European sofa?"

"No, it doesn't feel tempting enough."

"what?"

"It doesn't look relaxed enough, and the movements aren't natural enough."

"Hey, if you're so good, then you draw it!"

"Shall I try drawing one?"

"Wait a minute, take this one down and I'll give you a blank sheet of paper."

"Yinyin, can you hold the lamp for me?"

"Tsk, Dad, did you study painting? I've never heard of that."

"Hehe, when I was young, I also worked in an art studio—I was an assistant teacher there."

"Are there really such things as assistant teachers?" Hua Yinyin pouted.

“Thick paint takes too much time, so I’ll just draw it simply with a pencil,” the father said, as he began to outline the shape of the human body under the dim light of the desk lamp, gradually enriching the details.

Upon closer inspection, the human figures in Hua Yinyin's paintings do indeed appear slightly stiffer.

The father's drawing was more natural, depicting every muscle movement in the arms and thighs.

“Hmm, at this point, we should add something more. Oh, right…” the father said, and then drew another woman next to him. Judging from her clothes, she should be a maid, but she was pressing her body against the princess and gently lifting her chin with one index finger.

"Not bad, not bad, that's how you get the feeling!" The father was very satisfied with his painting. "It's been many years since I painted, but it seems I'm still doing well."

"Dad, I have some bad news for you."

"what?"

"You were so engrossed in painting that you knelt down over the paint, and now your suit trousers are covered in paint."

"Ah, all of them! Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Hmm—because I was engrossed in watching it too." Hua Yinyin squinted her eyes and muttered with a hint of intoxication, "It's wonderful to see girls together."

"Right? How could your old man lie to you? It's much more interesting than drawing two men together. Girls together symbolize purity and beauty."

"Don't boys count with boys?"

"Uh... I don't know why, but men always seem to have a bit of a dirty feel to them."

"Tch, Dad, you're talking like a heartbroken, abandoned woman." Hua Yinyin put a hand on her father's shoulder. "I'm saying, you like things about girls with girls so much, what if I actually end up with a girl?"

I wholeheartedly agree.

"I suspect this is your conspiracy, eh."

"Haha, just kidding. Of course, I still hope you get married normally. But if you have your own choice and are willing to take responsibility for it, I will support you." The father patted Hua Yinyin's hand on his shoulder earnestly. "Don't be afraid, Dad will always be on your side."

"Come on, Mom will definitely tear me apart by now."

"Don't be afraid of your mom, she's just all bark and no bite. Besides, she's incredibly controlling..."

"Who's too controlling?" A plump woman leaned lazily against the doorway; it was Hua Yinyin's mother.

She suddenly realized that her mother's posture as she leaned against the doorway bore a striking resemblance to the princess her father had painted.

"Oh? Haha... Darling, what brings you here?"

"Stop being so mushy," Hua Yinyin's mother rolled her eyes at him.

Hua Yinyin's mother and Mo Xueyao have one thing in common: they both have blue eyes.

Not only was her father of mixed race, but her mother was also of mixed Eurasian descent.

Her maternal grandfather was Asian and her maternal grandmother was European, which is why her mother has blue eyes. However, although they are both blue, there are still some differences.

Unfortunately, Hua Yinyin did not inherit any of it.

Actually, she dreamed of having blue eyes like Mo Xueyao.

Fortunately, she inherited his physique.

Well... she didn't inherit it perfectly either, because her mother is 1.77 meters tall, one centimeter taller than Hua Yinyin's father.

She once felt that her father, who was barely 1.7 meters tall, had lowered her height ceiling.

"What are you doing hiding in your daughter's room? I've already taken a shower, aren't you going to take one?"

"Uh... I want to take a shower later today..."

“We’ve already eaten dinner, and there’s no electricity, why aren’t you taking a shower?” Mother grabbed Father’s ear and dragged him into the bathroom.

"Ugh, can't you let me rest for a day? It's been a whole week... I'm so tired..."

"How can this be tiring?"

"Yeah, you think it's all you? Even though it's been several generations, you still have some of the physical qualities of an old Russian..."

"Then you need to exercise even more!" The mother pushed the father into the bathroom without further ado. "Hurry up and take a shower, I'll wait for you in the room!"

From the washroom came the father's mournful sigh, as if he were about to enter the palace.

"How pitiful," Hua Yinyin muttered under her breath, then closed the door and went back into her room.

Her room is actually the real master bedroom, because it has an attached bathroom.

"The power's still not back on, looks like I'll have to take a shower and go to bed early?" Hua Yinyin muttered, walking barefoot into the bathroom. "If only I could shower with Xiao Yaoyao, hehehe..."

……

"Achoo!" Mo Xueyao sneezed loudly, rubbing her nose in confusion. "Who's cursing me?"

"Maybe someone is missing you," Li Wanyan said with a soft laugh.

"Tch, who else would miss me... If anyone does... well, it's probably Hua Yinyin..."

"Xiaoyao~ I brought my homework to do!" As she spoke, Lu Chengyuan ran over with an umbrella and a portable desk lamp shaped like a kerosene lamp in her hand.

"Wait a minute, I'll get the folding table out." Mo Xueyao said, walking into the fruit shop.

Li Wanyan then collected the dishes and placed them in a basin that was half full of water. She added some dish soap and began to wash them carefully.

"Wanyan, let me wash them. You've been using too much dish soap, and your hands aren't smooth anymore. This 'old woman' doesn't mind, but you're still young. Don't use dish soap all the time. You just need to wash the water off for me," Mo Xueyao's mother called out to her.

“Okay.” Li Wanyan nodded without standing on ceremony.

If life allowed, what girl wouldn't want to protect her delicate skin?

……

Chapter 299 Mr. Xue's Hairpin

Rainy Sky High School doesn't actually have many restrictions on students' hairstyles.

It's okay for guys to have their hair a little longer, but it generally shouldn't be longer than their ears.

The only exception in the whole class was Huang Yuxi, probably because of the special care given to her 'aphasia'.

Other boys' hair usually only covers about half of their ears at most.

However, long hair wasn't very popular for men these days; this length was just right, and many celebrities had hair like this.

Many male celebrities also like to have a buzz cut.