Worrying About Things Only Girls in Love Worry About

A ceiling that is both familiar and unfamiliar.

After groggily opening her eyes, the scene before her eyes could only evoke one strange word in Hua Xin's mind that she had heard countless times before.

It has light.

Light filtering through the curtains.

How many days has it been since she felt the warm glow of the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains, filling the entire room?

It's been several months, hasn't it?

We didn't cherish what we had before, and only after we lost it did we belatedly realize that we had actually cared about it.

But rather than saying I didn't care, I was more surprised.

So, she does pay attention to these little things besides the necessities of life in her daily life, doesn't she?

It was like there was a time when she desperately tried to forget and ignore Xia Yan's existence, but the result was that the more she tried to forget him, the more she would think of him.

"A habit hidden in memory..."

Hua Xin closed her eyes with a bit of languor and reluctance, snuggling against the pillow with its faint lavender scent. She seemed not quite ready to get up yet, and this feeling of great comfort was even stronger than when she woke up in the morning.

But judging from the intensity of the light filtering through the curtains...

It must be getting late now, right? Or maybe I slept until noon. It's been a very long time since I've slept so soundly. Even in the nights after I confessed everything to Xia Yan, I didn't sleep as well as I did tonight.

I'm not very sleepy.

There was no sudden awakening.

There were no hurried events, no strange nightmares.

It's like blinking and suddenly falling asleep, then blinking again and suddenly waking up.

Uh... it sounds like an NPC.

An arm emerged from the warm blankets and precisely found the phone lying beside it. A gentle press of the button and the shattered screen instantly lit up.

"9:34...?"

The lingering drowsiness in Hua Xin's eyes, which had initially held onto a sliver of hope, vanished instantly. It was already morning, and the room was clearly not as cold as it had been at night, although it was still a bit chilly when she got out of bed.

Stepping out of bed barefoot onto the floor, the girl flung open the completely closed curtains with a "whoosh," letting the warm sunlight stream onto her face. A rare sense of gentleness and peace seemed to become the sunlight itself, like a transparent garment draped over Hua Xin's body.

It's very comfortable.

She then yawned, ran her hands through her hair, and tried to smooth out the unruly strands. After checking that her clothes were only slightly wrinkled and there was no risk of revealing too much skin, she cautiously opened the door.

Please...

Now she can't live alone and do whatever she wants anymore.

What if Xia Yan accidentally feels that she is being disliked for being so lazy?

She didn't want to be kicked out on her very first day of living with someone and have to go back to living in a place that felt like a dark, gloomy suitcase, because living there for too long could really lead to depression.

But if the day really comes when she's kicked out, Xia Yan will probably leave with her, right?

"Good morning."

Xia Yan, who had gotten up at some point, was sitting on the sofa in the living room, stroking Chun Qiu's fur while watching the news on the TV in front of him. He turned to Hua Xin and smiled.

Looking at that still gentle yet infuriating face, Hua Xin subconsciously reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then replied calmly, "Good morning."

Although her face showed no particular expression, the girl's inner thoughts were completely the opposite.

What kind of déjà vu feeling is this?

Even though she had prepared herself for living with Xia Yan, seeing that her "home" wasn't just a place where she was all alone, or where she was talking to herself while looking at the furniture and the air, but a place where she had someone who would cook dinner for her in the evening and say good morning to her when she woke up in the morning.

Good morning, good night.

It sounds like a habit and term that only young boys and girls in junior or senior high school who are just beginning to experience romantic feelings would care about.

Thinking of this, Hua Xin couldn't help but smile, seemingly happy with the scene before her, yet also feeling naive about the things she had just thought of.

"Would you like to eat?"

"I made Preserved Egg and Lean Pork Congee with preserved egg and lean pork, and Egg Pancake. There's some leftover beef from last night, would you like some?"

Xia Yan threw Chun Qiu, whom he was holding, to the ground. Chun Qiu, whose fur had been disturbed, wagged its tail unhappily. In that instant, Hua Xin seemed to see a real dissatisfaction emanating from the cat.

The girl twitched her lips, but in her heart she was thinking about whether she should find an opportunity to turn Chun Qiu into a eunuch.

Otherwise, a cat that can be bought off with just a few cat treats must be made to experience the harshness of the world!

"I want to eat!"

Coming to her senses, Hua Xin awkwardly clasped her hands behind her back, but tried her best to keep a calm expression on her face. She nodded firmly to Xia Yan and said...

It's a little different from last night.

She doesn't know how to describe this feeling right now.

After watching Xia Yan's figure gradually disappear from the living room as he walked into the kitchen, Hua Xin's expression became slightly tense. She turned around and walked into the bathroom, no longer feeling as tense as before.

The cool water splashing on her face made her feel a little more awake.

Although both bathrooms are equipped with water heaters, it's not so easy for Hua Xin, who has been washing with cold water for so long, to change that.

Without using any skincare products, she simply washed her face to shake off her sleepiness, but when she picked up the towel, she remembered the "marketing accounts" she had seen while watching videos earlier.

"Will my skin get worse if I don't use skincare products?..."

This thought inexplicably appeared in her mind.

After putting down the towel, Hua Xin quietly looked at herself in the mirror.

Due to what happened before, her sleep wasn't very good. Although her dark circles weren't very obvious, they were still noticeable if you looked closely. Apart from that, her face was still fair and there were no pimples.

The girl seemed a little silent.

After washing up, Hua Xin sat down at the dining table without saying a word. Seeing that Xia Yan had already prepared a bowl of congee with preserved eggs and an egg pancake on the table, the strange emotions she had just felt made her feel even more uneasy.

She didn't say anything, but moved her stool back and opened her arms to Xia Yan, who had just finished making her breakfast and was walking over.

"What's wrong?"

Xia Yan gently placed the bowl on the table, and with a slight smile on his face, bent down and walked to the girl, hugging her in his arms.

Last night, Hua Xin acted like a wicked woman, constantly teasing him. Her mischievous nature was exactly the same as when they first Online Relationship.

But now, Hua Xin looked like someone standing in a party full of adults, feeling awkward and unable to find anyone to talk to, and she showed this expression.

Hua Xin felt Xia Yan's heartbeat, as if she could understand his feelings that way.

Just like how he would heat up the food she wanted to eat even if she didn't say what it was.

The same applies to Xia Yan.

He gently stroked the girl's hair down to her shoulder, and whispered to her:

"It will be like this from now on."

"We will never leave."

"What if I become ugly? Would you still like me?"

Hua Xin's somewhat muffled voice surprised Xia Yan slightly, but then a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes. As usual, Xia Yan didn't actually like to express his feelings proactively.

"If I become ugly, will you still like me?"

Yes, it will.

"I gave the same answer."

Xia Yan loosened his arm slightly, but the girl's hands on his waist tightened.

"Let's hug a little longer."

A slightly willful and lingering voice came from behind, making Xia Yan hold her tighter.

"Good."

He closed his eyes and said happily.