Ring-a-ling~
Whenever Sun Xiaoman had some free time, she liked to raise her hand and gently shake the little hammer on her wrist.
The sound was crisp and clear, as though her father were holding up her little hand, striking at her childhood amid the swaying.
She lay atop the only mountain remaining in Three Mountains City, right at its summit. One leg was crossed over the other, one hand pillowing the back of her head while the other was held high to the light, giving the hammer a little shake from time to time.
She squinted up at the sunlight too.
The city was at its noisiest, and with her on the mountain, the mountain was livelier as well.
With her current strength, there was no way Dou Yuemei could sneak up the mountain without her noticing.
But she said nothing, waiting for her stubborn mother.
Everyone probably had a mountain in their heart that could not be pushed down. The farther she went, the more she understood what had trapped her mother.
"Put that leg down!" Dou Yuemei erupted the moment she climbed to the summit. "What kind of posture is that for a girl?"
Sun Xiaoman curled her lips. Her bare feet spun through the air, and she sprang lightly to her feet before smoothly shifting into a cross-legged sitting position.
Dou Yuemei sat down beside her, her verbal offensive far from over. She even started gesturing at her. "Look at what you're wearing! At least put on a skirt! Every day, it's a short jacket on top and trousers cut off at the knees below. How do you look like a girl at all?"
"What should a girl look like?" Sun Xiaoman swayed her head as she laughed. "Long hair draped over her shoulders, a flowing