Menstruation.
Just one second later, the belated memory of menstruation and the increasingly obvious warm, strange sensation down below made her immediately understand what was happening.
Embarrassment surged into her heart. Shame, awkwardness, and a trace of panic all seized her heart at once.
Today she was wearing a cotton long skirt. The dark red that had quietly spread stood out starkly against the light-colored fabric.
And at this moment, she was sitting in a wheelchair, on a relatively quiet street on the other side of the hospital.
Yan Yu’s cheeks instantly burned hot, even her earlobes and neck flushed crimson.
That glaring stain on her skirt kept expanding, like a silent verdict nailing her to a cross of humiliation.
She almost instinctively reached out, futilely trying to cover it, but under her palm was only thin fabric—how could she hide it?
Her mind was a mess. Panic made her fingertips tremble.
Just then, a jacket with the sweet scent of gardenia gently fell over her front, then was carefully wrapped around her, perfectly concealing the embarrassment on her legs.
It was Bai Yan’er who had taken off her thin knitted cardigan.
“Th-thank you…”
Yan Yu lowered her head, her voice as thin as a mosquito’s, wishing she could shrink into the wheelchair. She scrambled for an excuse to explain this messy accident.
“Sorry… I, I remembered the date wrong…”
Actually, she hadn’t remembered wrong.
It was just that this body belonging to “Yan Yu” still had many unfamiliar corners to her.
She wasn’t fully accustomed to the rhythm of the menstrual cycle yet, or rather, subconsciously she hadn’t adapted to this kind of trivial, private rhythm of a female body.
The fusion of soul and body always had a lagging unfamiliarity in the subtle details.
Warmth seeped into her skin from the jacket on her shoulders, slightly dispelling the chill.
Yan Yu took a deep breath, trying to find a bit of composure.
“Yan’er, could you… lend me your jacket to cover up for now? I’ll go home first…”
She couldn’t finish her sentence.
Because the hands that had been steadily pushing the wheelchair suddenly stopped.
Yan Yu tilted her head in confusion.
“Yan’er? What’s wrong?”
“No.” Bai Yan’er’s voice came from behind.
“Huh?”
“I said, I don’t want to send Elder Sister home like this.”
Bai Yan’er walked around to face Yan Yu and crouched down again. She looked up, the light reflecting in her clear eyes.
“Elder Sister’s clothes are dirty. You should clean up as soon as possible and change into clean, comfortable clothes. Going back wrapped in a wet, cold skirt like this will be uncomfortable all the way, and you’ll easily catch a cold.”
Yan Yu stared at her blankly, not quite understanding her meaning.
But Bai Yan’er had already stood up, both hands back on the wheelchair handles, her tone returning to its usual gentleness.
“Elder Sister, there’s a convenience store at the corner ahead, next to it is a paid Temporary Rest Room. It’s very clean. Let’s go there. I’ll help you clean up, and we can consider going back after changing clothes.”
“Well…” Yan Yu instinctively felt it was inappropriate and too troublesome.
“No need, Yan’er, really, it’s not that much trouble. I can handle it quickly when I get home…”
“It’s necessary.”
Bai Yan’er interrupted her and pushed the wheelchair in the direction she had indicated.
Yan Yu might not understand why Bai Yan’er insisted on this, even feeling a bit angry at her willfulness.
But in Bai Yan’er’s heart, she had already been calculating her own little plan.
She knew very well that there was still that roommate named Ruo Xiaozhen living in Yan Yu’s rented room.
Now that Elder Sister was physically uncomfortable and had such a private and messy situation, after going back, she would most likely rely on that Ruo Xiaozhen for help—helping her stand up, cleaning her up, changing her soiled clothes, and maybe even washing them…
Just thinking about that scene, about that girl named Ruo Xiaozhen seeing Elder Sister at her most vulnerable and helpless… Bai Yan’er felt a wave of restless displeasure.
Elder Sister was her elder sister.
At a time like this, the one who should be close to Elder Sister, brushing away her embarrassment, should be her.
She absolutely did not want to give such an “opportunity” to anyone else.
“Yan’er!”
Yan Yu’s voice already carried some annoyance.
She turned her head angrily, trying to stop Bai Yan’er with her eyes.
However, just as she raised her eyes to look at Bai Yan’er, the last ray of sunset happened to sweep across Bai Yan’er’s lowered profile.
On that beautiful face, Yan Yu caught an extremely subtle expression—beneath the girl’s concern, there seemed to be hidden a trace of… indescribable excitement?
‘Was she seeing things?’
‘Sister seems more and more off!’
But before Yan Yu could think it over, Bai Yan’er was already pushing her, walking quickly toward the convenience store with its lit signboard ahead. The cold light inside illuminated the goods on the shelves.
Although she was still reluctant deep down, Yan Yu knew that at this moment, her limbs were weak and sore, and she couldn’t overpower the physically strong and determined Bai Yan’er.
She slumped back into the wheelchair in defeat, temporarily giving up the idea of resisting, letting Bai Yan’er push her toward that Temporary Rest Room.
The shame still burned her cheeks, but at this moment, another more subtle unease, like the deepening twilight outside the window, quietly crept into her heart.
‘What is Bai Yan’er… really thinking?’
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