Uu... so sad, like rain against paper windows.

The tale ended. Yue Liuyi stood before LittleSnow, her heart rippling like a pond that refused to still.

The ache gnawed like thorns under silk. If she could, Yue wished everyone in that story would find happiness.

They were kind, trudging like ants through rain, yet joy never landed. That felt so wrong.

Ehehe... Little Yue, be good. Big Sis will stay by you forever, like a pine at your gate.

While Yue wasn’t looking, Dixue set a hand on her head and stroked it like a cat, unable to stop.

Wah! LittleSnow, what are you doing, pecking at people’s heads like a sparrow?

Because timid Little Yue is too cute. Even if you fall into the Netherworld, Sis will slay the Lord of the Underworld and pull you back, like a storm breaking chains.

The silver‑haired girl smiled, light spilling like dawn, no trace of her earlier gloom.

Killing the Underworld Lord is too much. He’s just guarding the gate like a stone lion.

Then I’ll floor him and yank Little Yue back, like hauling a kite string from the wind.

Uu...

Yue Liuyi pursed her lips, clouds chased off by Dixue’s cheer, and she had no words.

Eh? Why isn’t Little Yue crying from gratitude? Sis thought you’d dive into my arms like a kitten and beg for comfort.

Uu! I wouldn’t do that! I’m bristly like a hedgehog!

And so the ancient book of myths closed with a soft sigh, like a leaf folding in wind.

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What are you doing, sisters?

Watching Yue Liuyi topple Dixue into a big white box, Kaka asked, curiosity wagging like a tail.

Mm... Lock this mischievous LittleSnow, who bullies people, in a cage, like a naughty bird.

Eh... Little Yue, that’s mean. You love being teased, yet you blame Sis, like tossing blame like petals.

Ugh! LittleSnow, you’re too bad. Tease me again and I’ll box you up all night, like snapping shut a clam.

Using the white box like a wheelchair, Yue pushed it, ready to roll LittleSnow back to the bedroom, like a moon gliding over tiles.

Uu... So Little Yue likes imprisoning maidens? Figures... Little Yue is very H, like a fox with bright eyes.

I really won’t let LittleSnow out, like a shell sealed tight!

Help, Little Yue’s going full H—she’s gonna imprison a maiden! She’ll push Sis down while I can’t fight back, like a wave toppling a sandcastle!

Ah...

Still no match for LittleSnow’s teasing, Yue pushed the box with Kaka and wheeled back to the bedroom, like a cart on quiet stone.

She didn’t expect it. The door swung, and a cry for help burst out like a startled bird.

Wah! Little angel, you’re finally back! Save me!!!!

The red‑haired little girl lay on the clinic bed. Seeing Yue like a beacon, she shot up her left hand, urgent as a flame.

Eh? What’s going on... did someone break in? My heartbeat drummed like rain on tiles.

Seeing Little Rose so frantic, Yue forgot her banter with LittleSnow and rushed forward like wind through bamboo.

Why can’t I go to the bathroom? Is... that part... broken? Her voice wavered like a thin reed.

The red‑haired little girl looked at her little skirt, fear trembling like dew on a petal.

Eh? Broken... it shouldn’t be. I’ll check. Heat flushed her cheeks like dawn.

Yue’s cheeks went red as sunrise. She reached out carefully and lifted the red skirt, shame blooming like a shy flower. She had no idea how male nurses endured.

Luckily, nothing down there was hurt, and the leg infection hadn’t returned, like a storm that passed.

Ah, sorry! The urine bag valve broke! Little Rose... do you need the bathroom?

N‑no, I can’t... I can’t hold it, like a dam about to burst!

Little Rose looked ready to cry, a cloud heavy with rain drifting low.

Ya! Kaka, help me. Let’s carry Little Rose to the bathroom, like ferrying a leaf across the stream.

Recalling Ailuna’s earlier episode, Yue called to Kaka and fetched a wooden board stretcher, sturdy as a plank bridge.

Woof! Kaka’s on it, tail up like a banner!!

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Thank goodness for Kaka. She spared Yue a lot of needless awkwardness, like shade under noon sun.

Wah, going to the bathroom feels so good~ like a brook finally released!

Little Rose’s happy voice floated from the bathroom. Yue stood outside, sinking into thought like a stone in clear water.

We’re short on hands... Should I hire a nurse? The idea fluttered like a moth at a lamp.

But money’s definitely not enough, like a dried purse with sand inside.

In the end, it’s money. Always money, like winter pressing close.

Before Yue lay a row of expenses, stacked like river stones.

Little Rose’s second batch of meds, bitter as winter leaves.

LittleSnow self‑heals and doesn’t need meds, yet Yue still wants to buy some, like storing herbs in spring.

Stock for the bookstore, boxes like paper boats.

Meat and eggs, little suns and moons in a pan.

New little dresses for the girls, fresh petals for their days.

Ya! Even a single coin trips a little maiden, like a pebble underfoot.

Yue checked her phone and wallet. Just over a hundred left, a thin tide of coins. Without income, she’d live by pawning, like peeling bark from a tree.

Eh? If it gets worse, I could sell cuteness... The thought winked like a mischievous star.

Nope, not happening ><

She realized that thought was dangerous and shook her head like a bell dispersing dust.

She’s a boy forced to live in a girl’s shape—fine. But how could she make money by acting cute like a little maiden? The line felt firm as granite.

Wearing a maid outfit and chirping, “Welcome, Master, to the bookstore”—she’d never do that, like drawing a hard line in sand.

Uu... I hope tomorrow’s soft opening goes smoothly. Then we can earn money fair and square, shutters opening to sun.

This not‑so‑quiet day drifted past in the girls’ bustle, like a kite sailing into dusk.