Returning home with a stack of magazines, Jiang Han did not immediately bury herself in them, forgetting food and sleep.
She took out her alchemy textbook and the latest 1992 edition of an introductory book on practical runology, opened her room's window, and felt the wind pressure so common on Sky Island. After quietly taking it in for a while, she began to read.
The defining trait of living on Sky Island was the especially fierce wind. Without proper hair care, it was easy to become an unpresentable lady with hair flying every which way.
Or like Ice Bear in the garden, with her fur all fluffed up, looking as though she had gained two hundred pounds.
—Though she might have actually gotten fat.
Jiang Han's lips twitched. From her perspective, Ice Bear did seem to have put on quite a bit of weight.
She straightened the ribbon tying her hair and lifted her skirt to make sure she was still wearing her blue safety shorts.
Since Sky Island had so many tall buildings, witches' skirts generally came with built-in safety shorts. Extremely shy witches like Jiang Han wore two layers—one close-fitting pair bought separately, followed by a casual skirt with its own safety shorts.
After ensuring she was completely secure, she planned to go downstairs and check Ice Bear's weight.
The moment she stepped out, Jiang Han saw Liang Cuoyu emerging from the bathroom in pajamas. She waved in greeting.
"Going to sleep?"
The little witch, who looked underage but had always insisted she was twenty, nodded and waved back. Embarrassed, she said, "Yes. I'm especially tired today. You might not be able to tell, but my whole body is aching like crazy."
As she spoke, she naturally lifted her shirt, exposing the fair skin beneath her pajamas.
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