A Young Woman's Heart

Normally she would definitely try to be strong, but today, she'll just have to be lazy if she can.

"Yaoyao, do you need any help?" Li Wanyan asked as they walked out of the fruit shop.

"Help? Huh? Oh... um... no need, one bag each is just right."

"Can you lift it?"

"no problem!"

However, in reality, Mo Xueyao was already panting heavily halfway there, and her arms were feeling weak. She switched arms several times, but it didn't help.

It's not that I'm really tired, it's just that I feel like I can't use my arms.

"Let me do it." In the end, Li Wanyan took the bag from her and walked beside her calmly.

"Wanyan, isn't it heavy?" Mo Xueyao shook her arm, feeling a sense of relief.

"It's alright," she replied casually. "Xiaoyao doesn't usually do much heavy work, does she?"

"No, I used to do it all the time, um... I haven't done it much in the last six months or so." Mo Xueyao smiled sheepishly. "Maybe it's muscle atrophy?"

"perhaps."

After walking for about twenty minutes, the two finally arrived at the gate of their godfather's residential complex.

Although they had been here several times, the dutiful security guard still insisted that they register their names, so Mo Xueyao joked, "You've been here so many times, and you still don't remember us?"

"This is a work requirement, and it must be strictly followed," the security guard replied earnestly.

"Okay, that's so rigid... Were you in the military before?"

"Yes, I served in the army for five years and then retired," the security guard replied seriously.

After registering their names, they were finally able to enter the residential area. Their godfather, who had just received an internal phone call, had already opened the door and was waiting for them to come in.

"Come on, come on, oh my, you brought so much stuff with you, what's the matter with your family?" the godfather said with a hint of displeasure. "Why are you being so polite?"

"Ahem... Anyway, my mom asked me to send it over." Unable to find an excuse, Mo Xueyao could only shift the blame to her mother.

"Alright, Xiaoyu, it's always like this. What kind of friends are we? Do we still need this kind of social nicety?" Godfather shook his head. "Come on, Xiaoyao, Wanyan, here are your slippers."

"No, Godfather, I have to go back and do my homework..."

"What? You didn't come here to play? Just to deliver two bags of fruit? Sigh, really..."

"What are you doing? Someone gave you a gift and you're complaining." His godmother couldn't stand it anymore and said to him irritably.

"Oh, what I mean is, the gift isn't important. Just come and have fun. Do you think I need a gift?"

"Politeness..." Mo Xueyao smiled awkwardly, then punched her godfather in the chest. "Alright, godfather, aren't you being a bit too fussy?"

"Haha, alright, alright, you've already called me being dramatic, so I won't say anything more!" Godfather laughed helplessly. "Come in and have some water, and want some ice cream? I just bought a whole case recently."

"I don't want to eat, I don't want to eat." Mo Xueyao shook her head faster than a rattle drum. "My stomach still hurts."

"What's wrong? Did you eat something bad?"

"Menstrual cramps..."

"Haha, it must be tough being a girl."

"Tch, do you think I want to do this?" Mo Xueyao said irritably as she slipped on her slippers, only to see her godfather take two cupcakes out of the refrigerator. "Well, we can at least have some cake, right?"

"I'm not eating anymore—we still have dinner later." Mo Xueyao looked around, "Where's Xiaoyuren?"

"She's in her room, you..."

"Oh—" Before her godfather could finish speaking, Mo Xueyao pushed open her door and saw two familiar figures inside. One was Yu Jinyu, and the other was Tian Tingchan, whose hair was slightly disheveled.

To be honest, Mo Xueyao had almost forgotten her name after not seeing her for so long.

"Huh? It's you?"

"Hello." Tian Tingchan nodded to her, which looked like a smile, but upon closer inspection, it seemed like she wasn't.

"I remember you're Zuo Ziya's friend, Tian Tingchan, right?" Mo Xueyao couldn't help but confirm again.

"Ah."

"Oh, so you're tutoring here."

"Hmm." Tian Tingchan gently smoothed her hair. "To earn some living expenses."

Although Tian Tingchan is not a teacher-training student, a college student with good grades has absolutely no problem tutoring elementary school students with their homework.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment, since they weren't very familiar with each other.

Fortunately, there was another familiar person there.

Still wearing her elementary school uniform, Yu Jinyu ran over barefoot, thumping all the way, and jumped into Mo Xueyao's arms, nuzzling her cheek affectionately: "Sister Xiaoyao~!"

"Mmm, okay, okay... Stop rubbing against me, it's so hot..." Mo Xueyao squatted down helplessly and put her on the ground. "What's wrong? It's only been a short time since we last met, and you already miss me so much?"

"That's right, because I like Haruka-neechan the most!"

"You're so sweet-talking. I brought some fruit with me. Remember to eat it later."

"Well--"

"What's wrong? Don't you like fruit?"

"I don't particularly like it."

"Others haven't even had any to eat yet." Mo Xueyao playfully pinched her nose. "You can't be so picky about food."

"But I like to eat watermelon."

"It's perfect that I brought watermelon. Let your dad chill it; it'll taste even better."

Li Wanyan pursed her lips, seemingly mocking Mo Xueyao in her heart for still being so obsessed with 'icing' even at this point.

Of course, no expression would show on her face, and no one knew what she was thinking.

"Good~"

"You two know each other?" The godfather leaned against the door and smiled. "This is the tutor I hired for Xiaoyu. She's a college student at Zhejiang Medical University."

"Oh—" Mo Xueyao's answer was a little perfunctory. She patted Yu Jinyu's head and said, "Then, Xiaoyu, you should study hard."

"Sister Xiaoyao, wait for me to finish studying and play with me!"

"Huh? I need to go back and do my homework too..."

"Hmm, then Sister Xiaoyao, come visit me on the weekend?"

"Ah...we'll see," Mo Xueyao replied tactfully, which basically meant she didn't intend to come.

Although my godfather's house is indeed quite close, sometimes I end up staying in other places for various reasons.

Sometimes, I just want to stay at home. I don't even want to come to my godfather's house, which is very close by, and I don't even want to step out of my own front door.

"Godfather, I'm off now, I have to do my homework." At times like this, 'doing homework' becomes the best excuse.

"Next time you can bring it to my place to write. My house is so big and spacious. If you don't understand anything, you can even ask Xiaoyu's tutor."

"Ah...we'll talk about it later."

The godfather smiled and shook his head: "Alright, alright, I know I can't keep you here, so go back now."

"Hehe, I'm off! Bye-bye~!"

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Chapter 329 Duanmu Ji's Waiting

As time flows by, a mundane and ordinary life is not without meaning, because it will become an indispensable accumulation in your life.

Whether it's accumulating knowledge and experience for a future breakthrough or having unwavering faith in the future, both require the ordinary routine of everyday life.

A stable life is actually the best kind of life.

Mo Xueyao's period lasted unusually long this time.

Today is Friday, June 16th, but my menstrual cramps are still going on.

It's been five days already.

The pain also throbs at night, which has made her sleep poorly these past few days, and she now has dark circles under her eyes.

Even her eye bags look a bit loose and saggy.

"Ugh... It hurts so much..." Mo Xueyao sat up in bed, clutching her stomach. These past few days, in order to sleep more comfortably, she had been sleeping at home with her parents, leaving Li Wanyan alone in the fruit shop.

After getting used to it, I suddenly felt a little uneasy one week when no one went to school with me in the mornings. I felt like something was missing.

Because the fruit shop is closer to the school, Li Wanyan must have already arrived by the time Mo Xueyao gets to school.

However, waiting for Mo Xueyao at the fruit shop before going to school together would seem redundant, since there are bus stops closer to the school.

Last night, she had another nightmare. She dreamt that a deranged killer dug out her internal organs and ate them right in front of her. The crunching sounds made her tremble all over. In the dream, she couldn't die even if she wanted to, and the pain felt so real.

—After all, it really is painful in reality!

Just like her biological clock, the alarm clock rang precisely when she woke up, signaling the arrival of the last day of the week.

Mo Xueyao ate breakfast, but when she went out, she found that it had started to drizzle.

The sky was covered by dark clouds, making it look like the middle of the night.

The dark raindrops fell, cool but not cold.

She pulled out a short-handled umbrella from her schoolbag, which had been flattened by the bag, and opened it, intending to take the bus to school—in fact, she had been taking the bus to school every day, even on sunny days.

When you're on your period, you already have little energy, let alone when you have menstrual cramps. Plus, if you're all sweaty and sticky with blood, it's not a pleasant feeling at all.

Enduring the feeling of a damp sanitary napkin against your skin is bad enough...

Mo Xueyao was holding a double-walled glass cup in her hands—she didn't have a thermos at home, so she had to make do with a glass cup.

However, the advantage of a glass cup is that it feels warm to the touch and can be held in the palm of your hand, unlike a thermos cup, where the outer rim is still icy cold.

She was very sensitive to cold when she had menstrual cramps. Even though it was a rainy summer day, it felt like late autumn to her. She put on her stockings again today because she felt chilly and cold wearing only a skirt.