Meng Yan's Transformation

"Brother Liu, I'm leaving now. You can have a good chat with my sister Yingying. Sister Yingying, you don't have to lose your temper. Just listen to what Brother Liu says and don't interrupt him. I hope you can calmly resolve your differences."

After Zhan Mengyan finished speaking, she pushed the door and walked out of the west room.

Zhan Yingying and Liu Wei were left in the west room while Zhan Mengyan locked the door. She turned around and saw Yunqing's questioning eyes.

Yunqing pulled Zhan Mengyan out of the house.

"How's it going? How did Zhan Yingying and Liu Wei talk?"

Yunqing lowered her voice when she spoke.

"There's hope. I think the rift between Sister Yingying and Liu Wei is hopefully easing. I feel like Sister Yingying is wavering a bit, and her attitude isn't as tough as before. Mom, just wait for good news! Didn't I say Zhang Xincheng is here? Where's the exercise book he brought me? Where's he?"

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she was about to walk into the east room again.

"Zhan Mengyan, can you tell me more details? How did they ease the strained relationship? Zhang Xincheng is chatting with your brother Zixun in the east room. Why are you so anxious?"

As Yunqing spoke, she held Zhan Mengyan's arm.

"Mom, I can't explain it clearly in just a few words. Can you give them some more time? Why are you in such a hurry? I need to check my exercise book and extracurricular books."

While Zhan Mengyan was speaking, she ran into the east room quickly without waiting for Yunqing to speak.

"Where are my exercise books and extracurricular books?"

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, her face was full of smiles, and her eyes were like two searchlights, scanning the kang, the table, and the cabinets.

"Zhan Mengyan, how are your injuries? Do your hands and legs still hurt?"

As Zhang Xincheng spoke, he looked at Zhan Mengyan's hand wrapped in gauze with concern.

"It doesn't hurt anymore! It doesn't hurt anymore! Zhang Xincheng, where did you put the exercise book and extracurricular books you gave me? Take them out and let me see them!"

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, her eyes stayed on Zhang Xincheng's schoolbag.

"Look how anxious you are! It's not something particularly good, nor is it any gold or silver. Look! It's all here—'Gone with the Wind' by Margaret Mitchell, 'Wuthering Heights' by Emily Bronte, 'Jane Eyre' by Charlotte Bronte..."

As Zhang Xincheng spoke, he took out books from his schoolbag one by one as if they were his treasures.

Zhan Mengyan looked at the world-famous book she had always dreamed of in front of her, her eyes widened in shock. She covered her mouth, afraid that she would scream out loud. She was ecstatic and spun around on the ground, the joy in her heart overflowing like a spring.

"Zhang Xincheng, you are amazing. Where did you get these treasures?"

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she carefully picked up the book, as if meeting an old friend after a long absence. Unsure of what to say, she flipped open the pages, the scent of ink filling her nostrils. She sniffed greedily, her eyes instantly lighting up, as if a long drought had finally brought a downpour.

Zhan Mengyan gently flipped the pages, her gaze dancing between the words, her brows furrowed at times, her lips curled up at others. When she read a fascinating passage, the world of the book intertwined with reality, sometimes causing her to sink into deep thought, and sometimes to marvel at the profound meaning. From gradually immersing herself in the book to the sudden enlightenment of understanding its profound meaning, her eyes, from the initial restraint, became increasingly lively. She resonated with the wisdom and emotion in the book, and her world became vivid and bright in that moment.

Zhang Xincheng watched Zhan Mengyan, entranced and absorbed—her hands clutching the book, her eyes fixed on the pages, as if the world consisted solely of her and the volume in her hands. The sunlight shone on her, outlining her tranquil figure. Even the movement of turning the pages seemed cautious, fearing to disturb the world within.