The School Beauty Became My Live-in Maid to Pay Off Her Debts-Chapter 182: Treating the Outline as the Universe

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The time was late May, and the bubbling cicada chirps outside the window were the prelude to the height of summer, as the weather grew hotter and hotter.

Yan Han stood on the balcony, face tilted upward, imagining the world outside brimming with life when the high summer arrived.

Although she could see nothing, summer had the strongest presence for Yan Han.

In spring, she could smell the fragrance of various flowers; in autumn, by tilting her ear to listen, she could hear the rustling of falling leaves; winter’s hallmark was the "crunch crunch" sound of walking on snow.

Summer was richest in sounds.

All day long, there were incessant cicada songs and precisely timed bird calls at dawn and dusk.

Yan Han was often awakened by bird calls in the morning.

When she was younger, she would often hear the so-called "pleasant" songs of birds, such as orioles and thrushes.

Now, it’s mostly the common city sparrows, or the silly spotted doves.

Early in the morning, the "chirp chirp" and "coo coo" would blend into a lively mix.

She, of course, did not know what these birds actually looked like. It was Lin Shuang who linked these calls with their appearances for her.

As for the "silly and confused" demeanor of the spotted doves, it was also Brother Shuang who told her about it.

"These birds just grab a couple of twigs to make a nest, then casually start laying eggs on it—silly, just like you, Xiao Han~"

After hearing this, Yan Han would extend her hand and pound on Lin Shuang’s body, insisting, "I am not silly!"

When she thought of this while standing on the balcony, Yan Han also swung her hand forward along with her memories.

She hit nothing but air.

Outside, there was another burst of "coo coo coo" calls.

Yan Han stood in place for a while, wondering if those doves, as silly as her, would lay eggs outside her balcony.

Listening to the calls, it seemed there was more than one, calling for friends.

Well, birds are indeed sociable, not lonely at all.

During summer, Yan Han often listened to the sounds of the outside world like this.

Linking the sounds she heard with Lin Shuang’s descriptions.

Weaving a picture in her mind, full of vibrancy and life.

Summer nights were even livelier with various insects, birds, and small animals like frogs—it was as if a symphony concert was held every night.

There was an owl in Yan Han’s neighborhood that was particularly loud at night, sounding almost like a car horn.

She would sleep with these sounds, which somehow brought her comfort.

Speaking of which, when she got up this morning, she heard the chatter of magpies.

The call of the magpie was not particularly pleasing; Yan Han thought it was as unpleasant as that of sparrows, certainly not melodious or sweet.

But after all, it was a magpie. Hearing their calls always symbolized some happy events, didn’t it?

—So, would Brother Shuang come today?

Yan Han stood on the balcony for a while longer; the summer sunlight slowly climbed, reaching an angle where it could shine on her cheeks, heating them up before she returned to the living room.

She heard Lin Shuang’s footsteps.

Yan Han had been standing on the balcony since she got up and finished her morning routine.

Finally, amidst the cicada cries, bird calls, rustling wind from downstairs, and the hustle and bustle of traffic and horns from outside the community.

She accurately captured those approaching footfalls, those that were getting closer, entering into the hallway of her building.

It was Brother Shuang’s footsteps, no mistake about it.

Yan Han imagined him walking into the hallway, pressing the elevator button.

Hoping that no one else was using the elevator right now.

Then she could hear him opening the door a minute earlier, even a few seconds earlier.

Hear him walking in, coming to her.

Hear him calling her name, "Xiao Han."

At that thought, Yan Han even twirled around in joy.

Then a "ouch~" followed by a "thud!".

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Yan Han tripped over the leg of the table while spinning around and fell to the ground.

She clutched her little head in pain: a bit too proud of herself, huh~

Anyway, it’s all Brother Shuang’s fault!

The kitten named Huahua heard the noise and came over at a leisurely pace.

Huahua circled around Yan Han to make sure the silly poop-scooper hadn’t broken anything, then the little cat hopped onto her belly, swaying its tail.

When Lin Shuang entered the room, he was greeted by this harmonious scene of person and cat.

Huahua and Xiao Han get along quite well~

But why is Xiao Han lying on the floor?

He changed his shoes and walked over, squatting down next to Yan Han.

"Xiao Han? Did you fall?"

Naturally, Yan Han would never admit that she tripped over herself because she was so happy to hear his footsteps.

She sat up holding Huahua, "Why are you here again?"

Ah, the scent of tsundere is even stronger because of the fall this time.

Unlike before when she missed him so much, she was almost all deredere with hardly any tsun left.

That won’t do.

She must maintain her persona as a tsundere Xiao Han sister~

Lin Shuang spoke with a smile, "Of course I missed you, Xiao Han. Just came to see how you’re doing."

Yan Han intended to get up holding Huahua and sit back on the sofa.

His words made her freeze on the spot, completely immobilized.

Like a suddenly crashed computer, after a few seconds, she rebooted and suddenly executed all commands at once.

After being dazed for a few seconds, Yan Han’s cheeks turned red, and she turned her head, huffing, "I don’t miss you at all."

Lin Shuang happily tapped his thigh with his finger.

Such a textbook tsundere~

He started laughing, "Then I guess I’m just pitifully unrequited, huh~"

The innocent little cat Huahua, tightly hugged in the arms, rolled its eyes, struggled a couple times, and finally broke free from the silly poop-scooper, making a swift escape.

Meow meow! Poop-scooper, what are you doing!

Without Huahua as a "prop," Yan Han was sitting there, red-faced and somewhat flustered.

Lin Shuang reached out to pull her hand and helped her to her feet.

"Let’s sit on the sofa, what are you doing on the floor?"

After standing up, Yan Han struggled slightly but didn’t shake off his hand, letting him continue holding it.

He led her to the sofa where she noticed a ball of yarn and a knitting project that was just begun.

Lin Shuang commented, "Starting to knit so early this year..."

After learning how to knit from Lin Shuang’s mother, every year, Yan Han would knit things like sweaters, scarves, and gloves.

Since she couldn’t see, she was unable to partake in many children’s games.

Knitting turned out to be one of Xiao Han’s favorite leisure activities, a habit that continued to this day.

When she first started learning, she often poked her fingers, but after knitting for so many years, she slowly got the hang of it.

Having settled on the sofa for a while, Yan Han finally let go of Lin Shuang’s hand and picked up the yarn beside her.

"I’m knitting for myself."

She said that.

Lin Shuang didn’t expose her little lie, and instead started telling her about his business trip to Hai City.

He described in detail the bustle he saw in Hai City, the sky full of fireworks, and the grandeur of the music festival.

Yan Han knit her wool gloves, listening attentively.

Outside the window, the magpie called out again.