The nutritious lunch that Yun’er had prepared was indeed packed with all the right stuff.
Spinach, celery, cabbage, more celery, coriander, and head lettuce.
Even a couple of sandwich cookies—one bite and it was pure love.
Surveying the spread, Ye Zhibai saw a table overflowing with nothing but greens.
For a moment, she wondered if they’d started keeping rabbits in the house.
There were no rabbits at home.
Just one very weak Ye Zhibai.
Yun’er set down a bowl of light millet porridge and untied her apron, the one emblazoned with “lovesister.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
Her commentary on this spread of “gourmet delights” was nothing short of meticulous.
“When you’re on your period, you shouldn’t eat greasy foods, Sis. Just bear with it for these couple of days.”
“I’m not bearing anything.”
What was there to bear, really?
Ye Zhibai had endured plenty of dinners without a scrap of meat before.
There had even been times when not only was meat absent, but vegetables too—the table had been completely bare!
So this was small potatoes by comparison.
Besides, that boiled cabbage Yun’er had made was genuinely delicious, with a subtle sweetness that put some meat dishes to shame.
Then, out of nowhere…
Ye Zhibai caught a tantalizing aroma wafting from across the table.
She froze mid-chew, her mouth full of cabbage.
There was Yun’er, gnawing away at a chicken leg, its crispy golden skin fried to perfection.
Holy crap—boiled cabbage.
Suddenly, it didn’t taste so great anymore!
Yun’er took a tearful, furious bite of her drumstick, her expression a mix of agony and resolve.
“Wah, Sis, didn’t you say yesterday that I should put on a little weight? Fine! Yun’er hears you loud and clear. I’ve always been scared of packing on pounds from fried food, but for our promise, I’ll go all in!”
Actually, we don’t need to go all in like this, do we?
I bet you’re just trying to make me drool to death!
Ye Zhibai wasn’t the least bit salty about it, though.
Far from it—she felt perfectly serene.
Because compared to her own situation, Guang Yu’s despair at the sight of that day’s table ran far deeper!
The little fox had bounded out earlier, all excited for a meal, only to spot the sea of greens and slink back to her room, mumbling about digging into her emergency rations.
Fine.
If you’re suffering more than me, doesn’t that make everything better?
Human joys and divine sorrows don’t mix.
But building one’s happiness on the suffering of a goddess? That was right, proper, and downright praiseworthy.
Ye Zhibai never imagined that those greens-only meals would drag on for three whole days.
Which meant her period was paying an uninvited visit for a full three days.
She didn’t even want to think back on those three days.
In her past life, she’d dreamed of lounging in bed for three straight days, a carefree sloth rising only with the sun to flop around until sunset.
That dream had come true now.
Just not in the way she’d imagined—with killer cramps!
The one silver lining? Yun’er’s behavior during that stretch.
Over those three days, the most Yun’er did was pop into Ye Zhibai’s room to rub her belly or give her a back and leg massage.
Nothing more intense!
It touched Ye Zhibai deeply.
Yun’er gets my pain—she didn’t take advantage. I’m so grateful!
That said… amid her relief, one thing still nagged at Ye Zhibai.
Yun’er’s stellar behavior hadn’t been entirely consistent over those three days.
The first night, Yun’er had been perfectly normal, bidding her a sweet goodnight before retiring to her own room.
On the second night, Yun’er had shown up clutching a pillow, hesitating for ages before gritting her teeth, stomping once, and steeling herself to head back to bed alone!
Then came the third night—last night.
Yun’er had indeed gone back to her own room to sleep.
But before she did…
She’d made the weirdest request of Ye Zhibai.
She wanted her to lie on the bed, legs raised and kicking her little feet playfully.
Ye Zhibai thought it was odd, sure… but the pose was familiar enough.
Guang Yu always sprawled like that while snacking, so Ye Zhibai nailed it effortlessly!
Striking the pose was no big deal.
But then Ye Zhibai heard the shutter click!
Yun’er whipped out her phone camera in a flash, shoving the lens right up to Ye Zhibai’s delicate, snow-white legs and feet—click-click-click, a barrage of shots! And she wasn’t done; she swung around to capture Ye Zhibai’s face, snapping away so furiously her finger blurred!
With the photos secured, the gloom on Yun’er’s face—the reluctance to head back to her room—vanished in an instant.
She let out a gleeful “hee-haw-hee-haw,” hugging her phone tight as she beamed at Ye Zhibai. “Goodnight, Sis!” Then she bolted to her room, slammed the door, and that was that.
Oh, right—before leaving, she’d grabbed a pack of tissues from the dinner table.
Ye Zhibai was left utterly baffled.
But the magic of it all? When Yun’er emerged from her room the next morning, she was radiant, refreshed, back to her chipper first-day self.
The tissues, though? Gone.
Talk about miraculous.
Oh, and Ye Zhibai hadn’t come away from those three days entirely empty-handed.
For one, she’d learned something crucial.
—How to change her own sanitary pads.
Sad as it was to admit, that was a knowledge upgrade, right?
But!
All that was water under the bridge now!
It was the fourth day.
Ye Zhibai woke that morning, blinked, stretched her arms while still flat on her back, and confirmed one glorious fact.
—I’m back in action!!
No more cramps, no dizziness.
She didn’t even feel like decking Guang Yu at the sight of her anymore!
Bouncing off the plush mattress, Ye Zhibai sprang to the floor. She threw her arms wide to embrace the beautiful sunlight filtering through the curtains, welcoming this fantastic new day.
Praise life—farewell, Aunt Flo!
Guang Yu shifted from her cat form back to her fox-maiden-loli self, curled up in the corner of the bed. She yawned hugely.
“Mmph… Ye Zhibai, it’s the crack of dawn… Yawn… What got into you this time?”
“No stimulus at all. I just… suddenly feel better.”
Guang Yu wondered how a monkey had appeared in her bed without a zoo ticket.
Oh, on closer look, it was just Ye Zhibai.
Never mind, then.
Ye Zhibai kept her celebration brief—she wasn’t about to keep up the childish antics.
She lowered her sun-worshipping arms.
Glancing back, she tossed her silver hair with casual flair toward Guang Yu.
When that silky silver mane was all tousled from sleep, it gave off the vibe of a languid ice-sculpture beauty.
With Aunt Flo gone, it was like recovering from a major illness—the cool, illness-free purple eyes evoked an immortal fairy, pale as a lotus.
How absurd was that allure?
Even Guang Yu, a goddess herself, found herself momentarily transfixed.
Only then did the little fox notice that Ye Zhibai’s pallid face from the past couple of days had regained its dewy glow.
She hated to admit it… but some things had to be said.
Guang Yu crossed her legs, not caring that Ye Zhibai got an eyeful of her little bear undies.
She scratched her cheek with a finger, tail thwacking the bed back and forth as she tilted her head aside in deliberation. Finally, she spoke.
“I think… yeah, you look better healthy… Keep yourself in good shape from now on, make that relative of yours—oh yeah, Aunt Flo—visit a day or two less. When you’re sick like that, nobody’s around to buy me drinks…”
Thanks for the well-wishes, Guang Yu.
But I don’t think Aunt Flo’s schedule bends to my will.
Huh?
Guang Yu said… no drinks for two days?
That didn’t add up!
Ye Zhibai frowned in confusion.
“I didn’t buy you any drinks, but you haven’t gone without these past couple days… Spill—where’d they come from?”
“Uh…”
“I’ll grab the osmanthus cakes Sister Liang sent later. Lie, and you’ll miss out on tasting them.”
“You wicked woman! Fine… I fended for myself! No theft, no robbery—totally above board!”
“Fended for yourself how, exactly?”
Guang Yu’s tiny voice came out in a rushed mumble, hoping to cute her way through.
“I used your phone to order delivery… Had the rider leave it by the manor fence outside. I snuck out and grabbed it myself! Super self-reliant, right?”
Too bad Ye Zhibai was listening closely—she caught every word.
Oh no.
The fox had leveled up.
She’d even figured out how to order takeout on her own!
Guang Yu’s antics, paired with Ye Zhibai’s three days out of commission, perfectly illustrated that old saying.
—Three days without a beating, and she’ll climb the roof to tear off the tiles.
