36: Chapter 36: The Girl’s Prayer 36: Chapter 36: The Girl’s Prayer Yan Han turned over in a state between dreaming and waking.
Then, with a thud, she rolled off the bed onto the floor.
Pain, pain, pain.
The pain jolted the girl awake, and she pursed her lips, covering her head.
Feeling a bit wronged, sowhat wanting to cry, but no tears ca out.
Alone, with no audience, who would she cry for?
She had learned when growing up that actually, tears have no value.
Unlike when she was a child, when she had her parents and brother, stumbling in the dark against a wall, or like today, falling off the bed.
She could imdiately burst into loud sobs.
Her parents and Brother Shuang would appear before her instantly, holding and comforting her.
That was the function of tears.
But now, without parents, and having moved away from her brother,
No one would co to hold her again.
Her tears, therefore, had lost their value.
Rubbing her head, Yan Han stretched out her hand to feel the edge of the bed and stood up.
First, she touched the pillow, threw it on the bed, and fiercely beat the bed a couple of tis.
Bla it on this hateful bed that didn’t protect her properly, hmph!
The bed did not cry, she didn’t know if the bed felt pain, nor if it could see.
Was it blind like her?
Yan Han rubbed the bed again to soothe it.
Having let the bed off the hook, Yan Han bent over and started searching for her slippers on the floor.
Because of rolling off the bed, the slippers were pushed aside, not in their usual place.
Luckily, it didn’t take long to find them this ti.
Yan Han picked up the slippers and sniffed them near her nose.
Good, still fresh and fragrant, not slly at all.
—Brother Shuang, when helping her wash her socks and clothes, would habitually sniff them first.
She thought he didn’t know she was aware of it, but of course, she knew.
Just like last ti when he ca over and lied, saying that there was a heavy rain outside when she knew it was a sunny day.
Although she couldn’t see, her other senses were exceptionally sharp.
For example, Yan Han had a premonition that Brother Shuang would co to see her today.
He surely would, right?
Was this also a kind of sensory perception?
Rather, it’s like the prayers of a young girl.
The girl put on her slippers, placed her hands together in front of her chest, and silently recited in her heart.
A wish spoken aloud won’t co true, Brother Shuang had told her that too.
“Please, co to see again today, Brother Shuang…
I kind of miss you.”
The gentle morning sunlight ca uninvited through the window lattice, falling on her face.
Warm and cozy, it would surely be a good day, so Brother Shuang will definitely co, right?
Her silhouette was outlined with a faint golden edge; today, she was dressed in a pure white sleep gown, with her praying stance.
She looked like a pure white Saintess.
But the words she spoke were not at all saintly.
“System Lady, what ti is it now?”
The emotionally rich synthesized voice inford her, “It is now nine o’clock in the morning.”
Yan Han stretched out her hands straight in front of her, blindly walking toward the washroom to freshen up.
Despite seeing nothing, her steps were still brisk.
She had to morize every corner of the house, every object’s location by heart.
That was a compulsory lesson for a blind girl living alone.
Unlike other girls her age, Yan Han’s washstand had no various bottles and jars.
Only dental tools were placed in their fixed positions.
She loved cleanliness, but costics, she felt, were of no use to herself anymore.
She still rembered when she was younger, once, she mistook her mother’s facial cleanser for toothpaste in the dark.
It wasn’t until the taste in her mouth grew increasingly bitter that she realized sothing was wrong.
After that incident, her mother cleaned up the washstand and removed all the bottles and jars.
After washing up, Yan Han moved towards the kitchen.
Turning on the gas stove and heating the oil in the pan, she felt for two eggs from their usual place.
For breakfast today, she’d have fried eggs with toast.
Having tumbled off the bed, she should compensate herself with an extra egg.
She tapped the egg against the edge of the pan, cracking it open with one hand.
But the second egg slipped, falling to the floor with a splat.
Sticky egg whites splattered on her foot, and Yan Han pursed her lips, hands on hips.
She was signaling the person standing beside her that it was ti to work.
“I’ll do it, Xiao Han,” Lin Shuang softly offered.
Yan Han feigned a startled jump, retreating two steps in feigned fear, “Why are you here again!
Can’t you walk with a sound?
You scared to death!”
How could she not have known he had co in?
The ears of a blind person are very sensitive.
Upon hearing him open the door and enter the kitchen, Yan Han was overjoyed.
Yay, her prayers had actually worked.
Knowing he was by her side, she tried to keep a straight face, but her egg-cracking movents beca sowhat lighter.
That was also why she, who should have been proficient in frying eggs, accidentally dropped it on the floor.
A little too happy, perhaps.
“Don’t walk around, there’s egg all over the floor.
Let mop it up first.”
Lin Shuang turned off the gas stove and reached out to lead Yan Han away.
After secretly savoring the warmth of his palm for a second, Yan Han slapped his hand away.
“Stay away from !
Why are you here again?
You’re not welco here.”
Although she was keeping a stern face, her heart was saying, finally, you’ve co, why can’t you co every day?
Lin Shuang grasped her hand again, rinsed her feet, and led her to the living room sofa.
This ti, Yan Han tried to shake him off twice, but failing to do so, she let him be.
“I’ve made soup dumplings and rice balls for you, do you want rice balls, Xiao Han, or continue with the fried egg?”
Lin Shuang asked as he cleaned the kitchen floor.
She was silent for a few seconds before replying, “Rice balls.”
“Good, I’ll cook your favorite peanut filling and add an egg.”
Starting the fire again, Lin Shuang proposed once more, “So, Xiao Han, really consider moving back with , you can eat your favorite rice balls every day.”
Agree to it, agree to it.
Many tis, Yan Han wanted to blurt out that she would agree and go ho with Brother Shuang.
But no, she shouldn’t.
She is a complete burden, a burden indeed.
Brother Shuang will marry and have children in the future, he will have his own family.
How could he bring along a burden like her?
She pursed her lips gently, once again refusing him, “What would I do back with you?
I’m quite comfortable on my own.”
“Then, let co visit you more often.”
After cleaning Yan Han’s place and cooking lunch, Lin Shuang left.
He always felt that his younger sister seed to be slightly softer in her attitude.
Lin Shuang never really understood why Yan Han, who used to cling to him, had suddenly beco so distant.
Was it because of their parents’ passing?
But now, the most important thing was to find a way to cure her eyes.
In the System Lady interface, there was now a “Perfect Maid Cultivation Progress” tab.
Upon opening, it was subdivided into five categories: Service, Cultivation, Cooking, Combat, and dical.
When all five were combined and the progress bar filled up, Lin Shuang would receive a special dicine that could cure Yan Han’s eyes.
The progress bar had already moved a bit, a good start, it seed.
Keep it up, little maid!
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