In Every Life [Jenlisa]

Chapter 11

As December arrived, winter finally came to the seaside city.

Jennie noticed that Lisa had changed.

The young boy's heart, which had been as impenetrable as iron, seemed to have been poked with a small hole.

He began to speak more willingly.

Although most of the time his words were still halting, at least they were no longer just single syllables like "yeah," "oh," or "okay."

Jennie knew that the boy's life had been difficult, so he had built a high wall around himself, enveloping himself in coldness and sharpness, hiding his softness deep inside.

But only she knew about this softness.

In the chilly winter season, everyone had put on their thick winter school uniforms, and some even wore down jackets outside.

But Lisa had nothing.

After class, Jennie went to the convenience store and bought two hot water bottles. She filled one with hot water and handed it to him.

The girl's school uniform was wrapped in a plush jacket, and her small, pure and white face was revealed under a thick scarf. Her clear and bright peach blossom eyes were so captivating that they made people's hearts sway.

Lisa moved his fingers nervously, feeling a bit lost.

"Take it." Jennie saw that his hands were turning red from the cold and quickly handed him the hot water bottle.

The hot water bottle was covered in a light beige cloth cover, the same color as her jacket.

The warmth slowly spread from his fingertips to his heart, and Lisa looked down at the hot water bottle with a small bear pattern, feeling a bit emotional.

His uncle's family was not wealthy, and a few days ago, his cousin's hospitalization had emptied their savings. As a growing teenager, his clothes from a few years ago no longer fit, and his uncle and aunt would not buy him new ones.

He could only wear thin winter jackets every day, huddling up and hoping for winter to pass quickly.

For the first time, someone was willing to give him warmth.

Lisa tightly held the hot water bottle, and his frozen fingers suddenly felt a slight pain as they were warmed up.

It was the end of class, and Lisa looked up at the girl's back.

The winter sun dyed her waist-length hair a warm chestnut color, with a few playful strands falling on his desk.

The classroom was very quiet, with only occasional rustling of pages being turned.

Lisa gazed at the hair on his desk, his eyes filled with longing.

After a while, he trembled and reached out his hands, carefully touching the strands of hair that hung on the desk.

Suddenly, the girl flicked her hair, and the strands slipped through his fingers.

Lisa withdrew his hand in disappointment, but his fingertips were burning hot.

He rubbed his fingertips gently, feeling the heat like fire.

As he reminisced about the soft touch of her hair, warm and reminiscent of spring, Lisa was interrupted by the ringing of the class bell. The teacher walked in and Lisa, lost in thought, stood up a beat too late and joined the rest of the class in greeting the teacher.

As he sat down, he noticed a strand of hair in the corner of his desk, long and chestnut-colored, warmed by the sunlight. Lisa quietly picked it up and wrapped it in a clean piece of paper.