Momo's Gradual Change - VOL. 1

C46. The Grandson.

Chapter 46: The Grandson

For Song Yimo, examinations were hardly a cause for concern. Even after missing half a month of classes, she seemed to navigate the tests with greater ease than her peers.

As was customary, the monthly exams were followed by a break, perfectly coinciding with the weekend, granting them five glorious days of reprieve.

“Yimo, do you have any plans?” asked Miao Zhiruo, leisurely pedaling her bicycle, her bones feeling as if they had melted into syrup. A few close friends rode alongside her, engaging in playful antics as they cycled.

“I need to make a trip to Wu City,” Song Yimo replied, her smile waning slightly. It was a commitment she had made; regardless of the painful journey ahead, she would see it through.

Nevertheless, there were moments when she would instinctively feel a dull ache in her lower back. Only those who had truly experienced it understood how arduous the process of donating bone marrow could be. Those who fled at the last moment, as reported on television, were not necessarily cowardly; they had simply been misled, believing that a mere blood donation sufficed to perform a noble deed.

Initially, she had shared that belief. No one had warned her that she might face life-threatening risks during the procedure, nor had anyone explained how excruciating it was to undergo stimulation injections to promote stem cell production. Even worse, they hadn’t mentioned the hours of stillness required on the separation machine afterwards.

Moreover, a single session might not be sufficient. Perhaps the pain she had endured had etched itself into the marrow that flowed into a certain Shen Zhuo. Despite never having exchanged words directly, he harbored a persistent fear of her, instinctively retreating whenever their paths crossed.

Such memories were far from pleasant. Raising her gaze, Song Yimo caught the eyes of Liu Xing, who lingered a short distance behind her.

She smiled reflexively. In her previous life, she hadn’t been particularly close to Liu Xing—certainly not close enough for him to wait for her after school. Looking around, her lips curled upwards. It wasn’t just Liu Xing; Hu Xuehong, Chen Zhen, Wu Ting, and even Zuo Chun, all of whom had once been mere acquaintances, had seamlessly transformed into good friends.

She couldn’t pinpoint when this change had occurred, but she welcomed it wholeheartedly.

Liu Xing, noticing her bright smile, couldn’t help but return the gesture, his eyes crinkling with delight. A refreshing breeze swept by, yet it could not disperse the fluttering excitement that youth brought.

Upon returning home, Song Yimo shared her decision with her grandmother.

Grandma Song sighed heavily, “These matters are beyond my understanding. I won’t interfere with your decision, but Yimo, you must take care of yourself. Avoid any risks; you must think of your grandmother. Without you, I wouldn’t know how to carry on, you understand?”

A lump formed in Song Yimo’s throat, and she responded softly, “I understand.”

“Do you have enough money on you?”

“I have about five hundred yuan; it’s enough.”

Song Grandma nodded. That amount would certainly cover a round trip to Wu City. Yet, she still reached into her pocket and pulled out three crisp bills, handing them to Yimo. “When you’re there, buy yourself a warm jacket. Your clothes are getting old; they won’t keep you warm.”

“Got it, Grandma.”

Grandma Song rose, “You don’t need to accompany me. Go on and attend to your own matters; I’ll just head back and listen to the radio for a while.”