A Young Woman's Heart

"Yeah, right... Well, whatever, there will always be a few people who watch, right?"

"Really?" Mo Zhuyou was skeptical. "Ordinary people's daily lives are so boring, basically just the same few things over and over again."

"That's just how ordinary people live! We just want to live a peaceful life. Let others say what they want. Anyway, no one can change our future anymore." Hua Yinyin stepped on the man's face and laughed triumphantly, "Hmph, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens. From now on, we can be our own gods!"

"Can Yinyin take charge of recording our lives?"

"Of course, but do you want to take away this part of the permissions as well?"

"Hmm, what if he retaliates against us and deliberately stops writing? Then our world will cease to exist. We must finish writing the three-year story properly so that our world can transform from an illusion into a real parallel universe."

"Alright, then I'll take care of the recording from now on~ Hmm—I've already recorded everyone's lives. I'll record whoever's is the most interesting. Hmph, after all, I'm the real 'Silver Girl'!"

"Then it's settled. Let's go back." Mo Xueyao nodded in satisfaction. "Quickly check if Wanyan is still there."

"Let's go, let's go back!"

One by one, the girls crawled back into the computer, leaving only one fat, slumped otaku on the floor, nothing else.

The room fell into complete silence.

……

In summary: It was fun to be a little mischievous.

Chapter 101 Jasmine and Lily

As the evening sun slowly sank below the horizon, the sky lost its warm colors and donned the robe of night.

Hua Yinyin has already left, but there's still an untouched boxed lunch on the bedside table—it's already cold.

Mo Xueyao took out a cassette player from her bag, put on her headphones and listened to it leisurely. Although her eyes were looking in Li Wanyan's direction, her pupils were unfocused.

"Squeak—" The door to the ward was slowly pushed open. She snapped out of her daze, glanced at the door, and saw that the woman who had been sleeping on the hospital bed had packed her things and left with her family.

It seems he has recovered and been discharged from the hospital.

"I really hope Wanyan can be discharged from the hospital soon..." she murmured softly, resting her chin on her hand.

The woman left, but the door wasn't closed, and a hand carrying a fruit basket appeared in Mo Xueyao's line of sight.

She looked up and saw her mother's face.

"Mom, what brings you here?"

"My daughter is in the hospital, can't I come and see her?" The mother winked playfully, then her expression turned serious. "Are you really alright? She looks badly injured."

"It's alright, that's what the doctor said." Mo Xueyao swayed her body. "Why did you bring a fruit basket for giving away? You could have just brought it in a bag."

“Your dad made this especially for her. It looks nice here so that the doctors and nurses won’t bully her if they see she’s not being looked after by an adult.”

"No way, Mom, don't think so badly of doctors and nurses."

"You little rascal, you've never seen the world, what do you know?" Her mother gave her a reproachful look. "And you, are you alright too?"

"Yeah, it's nothing, just a scrape here." She touched her elbow. "I'll disinfect it and put on a band-aid."

"That's good. If you feel unwell anywhere, be sure to tell me. Don't suffer in silence."

"I know, I know." Mo Xueyao took the fruit basket from her mother and placed it on the other bedside table.

The fruit basket contains refreshing and not overly sweet fruits such as dragon fruit, bananas, and lychees.

She couldn't find a single ordinary fruit.

The flowers behind were all lilies, exuding a faint fragrance, interspersed with several jasmine blossoms.

Jasmine and lily: the former may not be stunningly beautiful, but it possesses the sweetness of roses, the fragrance of plum blossoms, the elegance of orchids, and the refinement of magnolias; while the latter has petals that spread out gracefully, and its pure white color makes it look even more pure and flawless.

"Mmm, the jasmine smells so good." Mo Xueyao took a deep breath. "Why didn't I notice it like that when we were in the shop?"

“Because the fragrance of all the flowers is mixed together, of course you can’t smell it,” the mother chuckled. “There’s an old saying, ‘Nothing in a garden can compare to the fragrance of jasmine,’ which is exactly what jasmine is all about.”

"Wow, even Mom has become a bit cultured."

"You brat, always picking on your mother." The mother poked her forehead and placed a pink insulated lunchbox on the empty bedside table. "Was it an accident while crossing the street this time, or what?"

"What?! It was a complete disaster! We were walking on the sidewalk when this big truck just went out of control and crashed into us. No matter how much you follow the traffic rules, it's useless in this situation. It was a complete accident."

"This contains vegetable and mushroom porridge. Let Wanyan drink this when she wakes up. Your father's boxed lunch can't be given to someone who just had surgery." Mother is indeed more thoughtful than father.

"Hmm, I should ask the doctor. It says here that you can't even drink water for eight hours."

"If you can't drink it, then you can have it as a midnight snack."

"Hmm, we'll talk about it if you get hungry." Mo Xueyao pressed the insulated lunchbox with her finger.

Are you going home to spend the night tonight?

"Today? Hmm... Let's stay here with Wanyan for the night." Mo Xueyao yawned. "We'll talk about it once she's calmed down."

"Then I'll go ask the nurse to borrow a chair for you to sleep in. If I can't borrow a blanket, I'll bring one from home."

"Well, whatever you do." With someone else solving her problems, she really didn't want to move at all today.

The mother spent some time coming over, letting the nurse check on her condition and asking some related questions, such as what Li Wanyan should eat and how long it would take for her to be discharged.

The advantage of having parents around is that you don't have to worry about anything, no matter what big things happen; they'll take care of everything.

It was already past eight o'clock when my mother left.

The sky in the distance was a deep blue, like ink spilled on a table.

"Um……"

"Wanyan?"

"Ah."

"How are you feeling? Does it hurt?"

"A little." Li Wanyan slowly opened her eyes and looked at her wearily. "Is there any water?"

"Let me check... Hmm, it's been about eight hours. Have a drink, but don't drink too much."

Li Wanyan nodded silently. Mo Xueyao fumbled around on the hospital bed for a while before finally finding the mechanism that could lift the upper part of the bed. After pressing it a few times, Li Wanyan 'sat' up.

Actually, she was supported by the upper part of the bed board, which allowed her to sit up without much effort.

The water in the glass next to the bedside table had already cooled down. Mo Xueyao took a sip, then poured out half of it. She then added boiling water from the kettle to make it a warm glass before bringing it to her lips.

Li Wanyan raised her right arm to grasp the water glass, but then remembered the thick bandage wrapped around it, so she tried to raise her left hand instead.

"Wanyan, let me feed you. Don't move around." Mo Xueyao pressed her left hand down.

“…Mmm.” Li Wanyan nodded gently, first taking a small sip of warm water, which made her dry lips rosy, and then she took two large gulps.

"Alright, alright, you can't drink anymore." Mo Xueyao quickly put the water glass away. "You can't drink too much water right after surgery. There's nothing you can do if you're hungry. You'll just have to wait until tomorrow morning to eat."

"I know." Li Wanyan forced a reasonable smile. "Yaoyao, don't worry about me."

"How can I not worry? If you want others to stop worrying, you'd better get better soon." Mo Xueyao smiled and lowered the bed. "Why don't you sleep for a while? You can eat tomorrow."

"I can't sleep."

"Hmm, that makes sense. They've slept for so long, the anesthesia should have worn off by now, right?"

"Ah."

"What does your right hand feel like?" Mo Xueyao asked, both worried and curious.

Li Wanyan tried to exert force on her right hand, but her brows quickly furrowed: "I can't get any strength in it, it hurts."

"Can it move?"

"You can move a little bit."

"That's alright then." Mo Xueyao suddenly couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What's wrong."

"Haha, I was just thinking about when I was hospitalized last year, lying in bed like this, feeling a little uneasy... because after that surgery, I completely became a girl."

“It’s about restoring your true appearance,” Li Wanyan corrected.

"Oh dear, they're all about the same."

"What was it like back then?"

"Hmm... It's really uncomfortable to be lying in bed and not being able to move around. Luckily, I was prepared that time and brought a lot of books, so I could read novels and stuff."

"You must have been very reluctant at first."

“Of course, after all, I’ve been a boy for almost sixteen years!” Mo Xueyao muttered. “At first, it was really difficult and awkward, like wearing clothes that didn’t fit.”

"And then what happened?"

"You'll get used to it eventually. What else can you do if you don't? Go and kill yourself? I'm still young, I don't want to die so soon." Mo Xueyao pouted.

"Yaoyao is very optimistic."

"It's not that I'm optimistic, it's just that I'm simply... afraid of dying, right?"

"What's it like to be a girl?"

"You get used to it, and it's pretty good. To be honest, it's like playing a game on easy mode."

Even Li Wanyan couldn't help but laugh at this moment: "That's because Yaoyao is very pretty, and her blue eyes are very attractive."

"Really? I feel the same way. I really like my eyes, um... um... I sometimes take a few extra glances when I look in the mirror." Mo Xueyao coughed twice. "They really are quite beautiful."

"He's being narcissistic."

“Appreciating beautiful things is a human instinct!” she replied confidently.

Both girls were laughing happily.

—In this hospital room where only the two of them are.

"What smells so good?"

"It's a fruit and flower basket that my mom sent, look."

"Jasmine?"