A Young Woman's Heart

"And lilies," Mo Xueyao said, resting her chin on her hand. "You can't eat all the fruit there today, you'll have to wait until tomorrow. But I can sneak one tonight, the Emperor Banana is really delicious!"

"Yaoyao, eat whatever you want." Li Wanyan smiled, then suddenly frowned a little shyly.

"what happened?"

"……Um."

"what?"

"I'm going to the restroom."

"Oh, are you sure you can manage by yourself?" Mo Xueyao quickly helped her up when she saw her trying to lift the blanket herself. "Let me help you."

"Hmm...we'll be at the door soon."

"Is it okay to do it alone?"

“I can use my left hand,” Li Wanyan replied, her face slightly flushed.

On the contrary, Mo Xueyao, who used to be a boy, did not feel anything unusual. When he escorted her to the door of the private bathroom, he even took a special look inside.

To make it easier for patients to use, hospitals primarily install toilets.

Basically, anyone who can move around a little can take care of their physiological needs on their own.

Soon after, the sound of tissues being torn apart and the splashing of water came from inside.

After washing her left hand, Li Wanyan walked out with her head slightly lowered.

"Come on, let me help you to bed." Mo Xueyao quickly grabbed her left arm.

"How long will it take for me to be discharged?" she asked anxiously.

"Yes, the doctor said I can be discharged in about five days, but it will take at least a month for the wound to heal completely."

"That's good."

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll bring my notes over for you to see after class starts."

"It's a pity I can't copy it down."

"You can copy it after your hand is healed, or I can copy it for you."

"I'll copy it myself; copying into a notebook is a process of memorizing it myself."

"Whatever you want—want to put on some music and go back to sleep?"

"it is good……"

……

Chapter 102 Staying by Your Side All Night

The late autumn night already had a chill like that of early winter.

Wearing only a short-sleeved shirt, Mo Xueyao was shivering from the cold. The ward was equipped with central air conditioning, but it was clear that it wasn't time to turn it on yet.

So all I can do is endure the chill.

Thinking back, the conditions she had when she was hospitalized were really good. Not only was there a private room, but there was also a separate wall-mounted air conditioner.

Li Wanyan fell asleep again while listening to the songs on the cassette player.

Mo Xueyao was worried that the porridge wouldn't taste good tomorrow, so she opened the insulated lunchbox. The tableware was placed in a special compartment, and the vegetable and mushroom porridge was still steaming hot, even a little scalding, as if it had just been cooked.

After finishing a bowl of warm porridge, she felt much warmer.

She quickly washed herself using the toiletries her mother had brought, then lay down barefoot on the chair.

This is a folding bench that can be lowered down. It might be a bit narrow and short for an average adult, but it's just right for Mo Xueyao.

This is probably one of the advantages of being petite.

The chair was borrowed from the hospital, and the blanket he was wearing was from the fruit shop—the kind Dad usually uses when he takes a nap.

A large blanket can wrap you up like a sleeping bag, keeping out all the wind—even though the windows are closed, there's always some draft coming from somewhere in the room.

"Huff..." She curled up like a kitten, deliberately rolling up the blanket with her little feet, because that was the part of her body most susceptible to cold.

Especially when sleeping in a bad position, it's easy for the tongue to stick out.

Exhausted from the whole day, she quickly drifted off to sleep.

In her dream, she saw the truck crash straight into her, pinning Li Wanyan against the wall and crushing her under the wheels, turning her into a writhing mass of flesh and blood.

An eyeball rolled to her feet and seemed to be staring straight at her.

"Ah!" Mo Xueyao was startled awake, her body covered in cold sweat. She glanced frantically at the hospital bed beside her, trying to confirm that it really was just a dream.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"Phew... Wanyan, you're awake? Is it almost dawn?" Mo Xueyao scratched her head and looked at the still dark sky outside the window. "I had a nightmare, and now I feel cold all over."

"What kind of dream?" Li Wanyan turned her head slightly and looked at her with a pair of deep black eyes.

"Ah... it's better not to think about it. It's probably a dream about you being hit and killed."

"It was just a dream," she said with a slight smile.

"Well, thankfully it was just a dream... Wanyan, are you familiar with the theory of parallel universes?"

"I've heard of it."

"Some people say that dreams are manifestations of parallel worlds. If something happens in a dream that didn't happen in reality, then it means it happened in another parallel world... Luckily, I'm not in that world." Mo Xueyao laughed with relief. "Phew, it's still early, isn't it?"

"I'm not quite sure what time it is."

"Hmm, let me see." Mo Xueyao picked up her tiny alarm clock from the bedside table and checked the time against the light from the window. "Four o'clock..."

"Yaoyao, sleep a little longer."

"Um... I can't sleep." She rubbed her eyes and laughed awkwardly. "I'm afraid I'll have nightmares if I fall asleep. What about you? Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

"Not sleepy." Li Wanyan did indeed look very awake. After all, she had slept for so long, so it was normal not to feel sleepy.

"Did Wanyan have any dreams?"

"Yes, it was done."

Do you remember?

“Yes, it’s all stuff from the past.” A flicker of emotion crossed Li Wanyan’s eyes. “I suddenly realized that Yaoyao and I have known each other for a long time.”

"Huh? Really? When?"

Li Wanyan just smiled, but no matter how much Mo Xueyao asked, she wouldn't tell her.

Perhaps nothing can compare to escaping death and getting away with something close.

Even though it happened yesterday, Mo Xueyao still feels like it was a dream when she thinks about it now.

It all happened so suddenly, like an incredibly clumsy author who didn't want to write the story anymore and wanted to end it all this way.

But the subsequent good fortune seemed as if someone had knocked the clumsy author to the ground and altered the possible outcome.

However, in reality, life's unexpected events are much more sudden than those in novels.

In a novel, if an accident leads to the death of a character, it is considered a poorly written novel.

In reality, it becomes an unavoidable reality, and at most one can only cry out that God is unfair.

In any case, the fact that everyone is still here is the greatest happiness.

"Phew, whatever, I'll get up too." Mo Xueyao had just lifted the blanket when she was shivering from the cold. Although she eventually got up, she still had to wrap herself in the blanket when she sat down next to Li Wanyan.

"How is Yinyin?"

"She's fine, just like me, only a scratch. She went home yesterday."

"Today is October 10th, right?"

"The ninth... Oh right, it's the tenth. I forgot it's already the second day." She scratched her head blankly. "I have to go to school again tomorrow."

"Ah."

Li Wanyan nodded gently. The two looked at each other without speaking for a long time, while Mo Xueyao looked out the window somewhat shyly.

"It's almost dawn," she said, breaking the not-so-awkward silence.

"I can't see it."

"Oh, Wanyan actually wants to see? Okay, I'll help you raise the bed board..."

From yesterday evening until nightfall, and from nightfall until dawn, Mo Xueyao was there the whole time…

They were all around her.

Looking out from the upper floor of the inpatient building, there aren't many obstructions.

Behind them were low-rise buildings. Although the horizon was not visible, the rising sun could be seen slowly emerging from below.

The hazy night sky was dispelled by the pale golden sunlight, the city's darkness was swept away, and the rising sun revealed a gentle smile, scattering its brilliant light upon the entire city.

Mo Xueyao shone brightly in the sunlight, like a messenger sent by heaven.

For Li Wanyan, perhaps she is her light.

The city also awoke from its slumber and began to bustle with life.

Downstairs at the hospital, another ambulance drove in, and different patients' families were talking to each other in the open space.

Some people went to the cafeteria early and carried their breakfast back home.

The yawning nurses carried their discarded uniforms home—they worked the night shift, leaving the daytime shifts to others.

The footsteps in the corridor gradually became more frequent—more people were waking up.

"Phew, the sunshine is so warm and comfortable. It would be freezing to death without the sun—this weather!" Mo Xueyao opened her arms as if to embrace the sun.

"Ah."

"Wanyan, would you like to get some sun? Shall I move you to the window?"

"No need, you'll get some sun later this way."