Momo's Gradual Change

C141. Daily Life of The Siblings, Part 3.

Chapter 141: Daily Life of The Siblings, Part 3

The friends exchanged a knowing smile. Perhaps, as Song Yimo had suggested, if they really pushed themselves, they might have a shot—but none of them had those prestigious universities in their sights.

Since the beginning of their junior year, they had steadily risen in ranks, now securing four spots in the top twenty and occasionally breaking into the top ten on a good day. They all knew who deserved the credit.

They didn’t need more than this. Keeping their current standings would be enough to fulfill their goals.

Hu Xuehong suddenly remembered something. “Yimo, we’ll all be coming over tomorrow.”

“Bring today’s test papers, and we’ll use those to prep—no need for extra materials. Let’s start early, have lunch at my place, get through all our work during the day, and give our brains a rest in the evening.”

The four of them saluted in unison, “Yes, Captain Song.”

Song Yimo’s eyes curved into a smile.

When she arrived home, evening lights had begun to glow softly across the neighborhood, and the streetlights lined her path. Seeing the warm light shining from her home from afar, Song Yimo quickened her pace like anyone eager to return.

But then she saw who was waiting outside. She broke into a run.

“Slow down, slow down!” Zhai Muyang laughed as he stepped forward and swept her up in a hug.

As Song Yimo steadied her breath, her eyes sparkled. “When did you get back, Dage?”

“A bit after four. I wanted to pick you up from school, but work kept me tied up.”

Now eighteen, Song Yimo had the grace of a young woman, even in the dim light. Her skin was fair, her features soft, forming a face that lingered in one’s memory.

Her hair, swept into a loose bun atop her head, had a few stray strands framing her face, giving her a beauty that seemed effortlessly natural—at least, that’s how it looked to Zhai Muyang.

Though it had only been a month apart, with video calls almost daily, he had missed her more than he’d realized. Holding her close was the only way to soothe the longing he hadn’t been fully aware of.

Longing?

Was it really longing?

A thought nudged his heart, and he felt a flash of surprise—something didn’t seem quite right.

From an open window above, Grandma Song’s cheerful voice floated down. “I heard you two talking all the way up here! Are you coming in, or are you planning to feed the mosquitoes outside?”

“We’re coming!” Song Yimo laughed, tugging her brother inside with warmth and familiarity.

Around her grandmother, Song Yimo seemed a little different. It wasn’t that her affection had lessened in any way; rather, there were now certain topics she chose not to bring up. Though her grandmother might not fully understand, she knew it would only lead to worry—so she simply kept quiet.

A cozy family of four—yes, four. Somehow, Zhai Yanlong had come to be a regular presence at their dinner table, attending three meals a day without fail.

Dinner was a simple yet exceptionally delicious home-cooked meal. Afterward, they chatted with the two elders before sending them off on their evening walk, leaving the siblings a rare moment of quiet together.

“Yimo, wash some fruit and head back to your room. I’ll be up in a minute.”

“Alright.”

Song Yimo’s room hadn’t changed much—just a new bookshelf and another wardrobe. But every time she stood before it, she felt that sweet, familiar dilemma. Having a brother who loved buying her clothes was a blessing, but also… quite the headache.