If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 316: The Beautiful Sister is a Tiger

Translator: 549690339

Such unwarranted dedication like a moth to the flame only leads to deception and a sorrow greater than heart death.

She stopped her hand mid-air and, ultimately, placed it on the glass, gently wiping away a small patch of condensation.

She wrote nothing, simply clearing the mist.

Instantly, the piece of glass became much clearer, and sunlight streamed in, falling onto her face.

It was a warm sensation, and in no time, her cheeks were bathed in sunlight.

“When did you wake up?”

Nie Chenglang opened his eyes just in time to see Xu Chaomu standing by the window. He threw off the blanket from his body and walked over to her.

Xu Chaomu turned her head, “Just woke up. The sun is really nice.”

“Has the snow stopped?”

“Yeah, it probably stopped a while ago. Shall we go downstairs and make a snowman? Look, there are some kids over there!” Xu Chaomu pointed out.

Nie Chenglang smiled helplessly, “You realize they’re kids, right? How old are you?”

“I’m forever eighteen!” Xu Chaomu laughed, “Besides, making snowmen isn’t age-specific. You can’t discriminate against me.”

“Do you know how to make a snowman?”

“That’s easy! I’ll direct you, and you’ll build!”

Nie Chenglang’s face was lined with exasperation.

“Let’s go, let’s go, if we don’t, the snow will start to melt.”

“Don’t run too fast, don’t fall!” Nie Chenglang hurriedly dressed in his coat and chased after her.

Xu Chaomu drank a few sips of water, placed the cup on the table, and ran out.

She had always loved making snowmen, ever since she was a child.

In the Shen Family home during winter, she was the only one who would make snowmen; no one joined her.

The people of the Shen family disdained such childish games, always believing it to be a waste of time.

They would go and learn piano or attend various banquets, while she, alone and in silence, would make snowmen in the courtyard.

They would never take her to the banquets either.

Every time Shen Yanrou saw her making a snowman, she would sneer with ill intent. She would even kick the snowman Xu Chaomu had built, seeming quite pleased with herself after kicking it, then walking away with a strut.

Back then, Xu Chaomu would get very angry and would argue with Shen Yanrou, who ignored her, always repeating the same line, “A mongrel from the outside that can only stack snow. You can’t play the piano, can’t dance, utterly useless. A sparrow can never become a phoenix.”

Despite Xu Chaomu’s quick-wit, she never knew how to retort.

Lost in thought, Xu Chaomu ran down to the hospital’s ground floor.

A few golden-haired and blue-eyed kids had already made a small snowman and were now starting a snowball fight.

They rolled up the snow with their red-frozen little hands into big snowballs and flung them at each other, having a blast.

“Hit, hit, oh, hit!” These kids spoke English fluently.

Snowballs flew through the air, some missing their targets and hitting trees, others striking the side of a building.

Of course, some hit innocent passersby, like Xu Chaomu!

“You little guys, you’re hitting me on purpose!” Xu Chaomu pretended to be “angry.”

She had just come downstairs when a large snowball struck her head, instantly making her appear battle-scarred.

“Big sister got hit, there’s a big white flower on big sister’s head.” The kids were especially delighted, clapping their hands in approval.

The few golden-haired, blue-eyed tykes were incredibly adorable, with curly hair, long eyelashes, and hopping and skipping while clapping their hands.

While Xu Chaomu wasn’t paying attention, a few children bent down to scoop up more snowballs, aiming to throw them at her.

How could Xu Chaomu let herself be at a disadvantage? When a snowball was thrown her way, she swiftly ducked, dodging it!

With the swiftness of a thunderbolt, she grabbed a handful of snow and hurled it toward the opposite side!

First she feigned a throw, which made the little brats hurry to run away, only to realize a few steps later that the snowball hadn’t come at all. Only then did Chaomu quickly smash it towards them!

“Ow, ow, ow, cold, cold, cold!” the little brats immediately screamed.

The snowball hit one of the kids smack on the head without deviation.

The little guy thrashed about, reaching up to dig out the snow on his head.

As he dug, he also grumbled, “Bad sister… no… bad auntie… bad auntie… the mean auntie who bullies people…”

Cheering herself with a clap of her hands, Chaomu boasted proudly, “Still dare to throw at your sister now?”

“Dare!”

After saying that, the little guy, unconvinced, pouted his lips, bent over, and with his little palm rolled a tiny snowball.

He tossed the little snowball at Chaomu, who was ready this time, and dodged it with an agile sidestep.

She ran over to this kid, bent down, and with a smile, gently touched his tender, pink cheeks.

“Little guy, how old are you?”

“Five.”

“And where are you from?”

“My home is right here in Paris.”

“Where are your mommy and daddy?”

“Why do you want to know? If I say my mommy and daddy aren’t here, are you going to bully me again?” The kid pouted, his big eyes rolling around.

“Sister is a good person, I won’t bully you. Look at sister, do I look like a bad person? Have you ever seen a bad person this pretty?”

“My mommy says, pretty sisters are like tigers. Don’t play with tigers; tigers eat people.”

Chaomu’s eyes twitched, then she quickly countered, “Then your mommy is also a tiger, right?”

“My mommy is not a tiger, my mommy is so nice, I love her the most.” The little guy protested.

“Beautiful women are all tigers, and if your mother isn’t a tiger, then doesn’t that mean your mother isn’t pretty?”

The little one held his head, huh, that seemed to make sense.

Patting his head, Chaomu said, “So you see, sister is not a tiger. Come on, let sister give you a hug, okay?”

Chaomu really liked this child; she felt affection for him from the first glance.

Foreign kids were like little dolls, surely just as comfy to hold.

Seeing that Chaomu was quite friendly, the kid blinked his big eyes a few times and stretched out his arms: “Pretty sister, hug.”

“Yeah, hug!”

Chaomu picked him up. She herself was still a kid at heart, so she really didn’t hold kids very often.

And there, she almost dropped the little guy.

Nie Chenglang quickly came to her side and supported the kid from behind, laughing, “If you had dropped him, you really would have been a tiger.”

“Holding a kid is so much fun, just look at him, so adorable. Do you think his hair is naturally curly or permed? It’s like a wig!”

Chaomu touched his hair, then his little hands, full of joy.

Kids are really cute.

And their little chubby faces.

Foreign kids are so fun, with their blond hair, blue eyes, big watery eyes.

“Of course, it’s naturally curly.” Nie Chenglang also laughed. “Who would perm a child’s hair?”

“Bad sister, you’re pulling my hair; it hurts. I don’t want to play with you anymore; you can’t hold kids.” The little one began to squirm in Chaomu’s embrace.