Momo's Gradual Change

C1. Dreaming of Butterflies.

Chapter 1: Zhuangzhou Dreaming of Butterflies

"Mo Mo, Mo Mo, wake up quickly, you're going to be late."

Song Yimo turned over but didn't open her eyes. Upon closer inspection, you could still see a happy smile on her lips. It had been a long time since she dreamt of her grandmother, so she was determined not to open her eyes.

"Mo Mo, why is this child so difficult to wake up today, Mo Mo." The old woman looked at her still unmoving and decided to get a cold towel to wipe her face.

Song Yimo thought her grandmother was about to leave, so she quickly reached out and hugged her waist tightly, still keeping her eyes closed. She snuggled against her lovingly, "Grandma, it's been so long since you've come to see me, I miss you so much."

The old woman patted her on the buttocks, "Grandma sees you every morning and every evening, how can you say it's been so long? Mo Mo, you keep coming up with excuses to stay in bed, but it's no use. Grandma won't be fooled. Get up quickly, while there are fewer people in the morning, let's go register your name. It will be too crowded later."

As she spoke, the old woman gave her another pat on the buttocks, this time with more force. The pain finally made Song Yimo realize something was wrong.

She reluctantly opened the eyes she had been holding shut and blinked a few times. The person in front of her was still there, unlike before when they would disappear as soon as she opened her eyes.

She touched her face. It was warm?

She pulled her skin, and it bounced back?

The old woman couldn't help but laugh and evade her hand. Skillfully, she held onto Song Yimo's face, "Are you awake?"

Song Yimo nodded slightly, yes, she was awake, but it was a strange way to wake up. She stared at the slightly plump old woman in front of her with eyes brimming with tears.

Even if this was a dream that would soon end, she was grateful to the fairy who gave her this dream.

"Mo Mo? What's wrong today? Are you sick?" The old woman was first surprised and then worried, busy checking her temperature.

Song Yimo grabbed her hand and rubbed it against her face. It was warm and soft, just like before her grandmother fell ill. Since then, her grandmother had been frail, and her hands were always cold. She had tried various ways to warm them up temporarily.

"Grandma, I miss you so much."

"Silly child." The old woman thought her clingy granddaughter must have had a nightmare. She gently patted her back from top to bottom, her voice unusually warm, "Mo Mo, life and death are inevitable, but living each day happily is what matters. Even the day when grandma is gone..."

Song Yimo immediately looked up, her face filled with anger, "Grandma!"

"Alright, alright, Grandma won't say it anymore. Mo Mo, don't worry. Grandma is still waiting to see her great-grandchild. I can't bear to leave without seeing that day. Our little Mo Mo has grown up so fast. In three years, she'll finish high school and start dating."

High school...

Song Yimo stared at her grandmother's moving mouth, but didn't hear a word she said. Yes, her grandmother had mentioned registering earlier.

Register?

Register!

Song Yimo didn't care if she frightened her grandmother as she rushed to the bathroom.

"I haven't put on my shoes..."

Looking at her dazed reflection in the mirror, Song Yimo couldn't help but touch her face. It was unmistakably hers, but the fair and plump appearance filled with collagen was only characteristic of her teenage years. At twenty-six, she was no longer in her youth.

Her height hadn't changed much; she had only grown by a centimeter since she was fifteen. She had never surpassed five feet three inches (around 1.6 m).

But she had just slept for a while, how did she sleep her youth back?

Was this the Dream of Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuangzi?

She pinched herself hard, and her fair skin immediately turned red and hurt.

This wasn't a dream!

"Mo Mo, quickly put on your shoes. You look so disheveled." The old woman muttered as she placed the shoes next to her feet, patting them to indicate she should lift her foot.

"Grandma!"

"Hmm?"

"Grandma!"

"Hmm? What is it?" The old woman looked at her granddaughter, finding her behavior very strange today.

Could it be that she had collided with something impure?

"Grandma!"

"Hmm, Grandma is here, Mo Mo, don't scare Grandma! Why are you suddenly crying? What's wrong this morning?"

Song Yimo was overjoyed, tears streaming down her face as she smiled, hugging the old woman's neck, "I'm fine, Grandma, I'm fine, I'm just too happy."

"Happy and crying? Is everything really okay? Is there any discomfort?"

"No, no, I'm really happy, Grandma, I'm so happy I could burst! Can you feel my heart pounding?"

The old woman patted her hand and couldn't help but laugh, "If it's pounding like that, we should be worried. Okay, go wash up, eat breakfast, and hurry up to register. If you're late, it'll be too crowded and uncomfortable."

"Okay, I know, Grandma."

Song Yimo couldn't contain her joy, laughing like crazy when her grandmother left. But when she lifted her head, the wetness on her face hadn't been completely wiped away by the towel.

She didn't care about it. If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up. As long as her grandmother was by her side, nothing else mattered!