Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Another day, Clara was immersed in the online world, chasing various trending topics, and playing popular games with friends. However, this day seemed somewhat different from the rest.

The fervent excitement from before was gone, the restlessness was no longer there, and the desire to curse at everything disappeared. The posts that used to interest her now barely caught her attention.

She closed the forum early, crawled out of the immersive pod, sat on the bed, then lay down with her arms stretched out.

'Suddenly everything felt tasteless, but my mood wasn't that bad.' She closed her eyes, feeling her odd mood today, and began to reminisce.

What exactly had happened? Why did she feel this way? Were the games not fun anymore, or had the hot topic jokes lost their humor?

She sat up, walked around the room a few times, and, seeing the long-unattended mess, suddenly found the time and inclination to tidy up.

She picked up the bottles that had fallen in a corner, grabbed the old clothes she had changed out of, arranged the scattered items, and threw the unwanted ones into the trash bin.

There was no particular music or sound. The things she held suddenly felt more tangible than before. The bottle had a cute little figure drawn on the back she hadn't noticed, and there was a note from Granny Fu inside the cake box she had bought, urging her to eat more vegetables and fruits.

Sitting in the chair, Clara looked at the T-shirt in her hands. It seemed she had bought it last year at graduation when she had been shopping with Dudu, Hexia, and Lina.

'Time flies.' She stood up and put the clothes into the washing machine.

She loaded the old clothes and the bed sheets into the washing machine, and after starting it, the sound of rushing water, though not loud, gave Clara a subtle sense of comfort.

She moved to the window sill and drew the curtains open. The previously dark room was now lit by the fierce sunshine. It was 2 in the afternoon, the brightest moment of the day.

The once messy room now looked neat, creating an inexplicable sense of satisfaction—a feeling so faint it would have been overlooked had Clara not been in such a peaceful state of mind.

Feeling slightly contented, she slipped into her slippers, went to the fridge to find the ice cream she had bought earlier, opened it, and returned to the bed.

Her long legs clad in shorts, the clothes she had changed out of were tumbling in the washing machine, the sound of churning water occasionally rose in the silent room.

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass onto the freshly changed bedsheet, slightly hot to the touch but feeling warm when she sat down. Leaning onto the stacked quilt, Clara slowly ate her ice cream, occasionally closing her eyes because it felt so comfortable.

Her white toes looked somewhat translucent in the sunlight, one side of her nails reflecting the light brightly, revealing the floating dust particles around. Explore more stories with My Virtual Library Empire

Gradually, she finished the ice cream, tidied up the container, and tossed it into the trash bin, right as the washing machine was about to be done.

Using a basin, she took out the freshly washed clothes. They had already undergone a simple spin dry and weren't very damp, but she decided to take them out to dry in the sun, rather than drying them in the bathroom using the ventilation as she used to.

She slid open the sealed sliding glass door, and the outside breeze poured in, making the curtains bulge and flutter generously.

The wind felt chilly, but the sunshine was warm. This strange contrast was invigorating, and Clara hung up the clothes one by one with light steps.

After finishing these tasks, she leaned against the railing, looking up at the sky. The freshly hung clothes swayed in the wind from time to time, occasionally revealing the clear blue sky behind them.

Closing her eyes again, she felt the touch of the breeze brushing through her hair, realizing it had been a long time since she had felt this way.

After enjoying the breeze on the balcony for a while, Clara returned to her room.@@novelbin@@

Today was the weekend. She hadn't opened her schedule board in a while, but today she took an interest in checking this week's homework. The tasks she used to approach haphazardly didn't seem as dull or as annoying as before.

As evening approached, she stood up, donned the wind-dried coat and skirt, and stepped out with ease, walking to a nearby restaurant in the apartment complex for dinner.

Her financial situation wasn't bad now, so splurging on some tasty food once in a while wasn't something she couldn't afford.

After a full meal, she walked back and upon seeing a supermarket, went in, later emerging with two bags of fruit—perhaps she was considering a healthier diet.

When she passed the familiar little shop in the alleyway, Clara knocked on the door.

"Come in." Granny Fu's familiar voice came from inside.

"Is that Clara? Are you here to buy pastries today?" The old lady asked as usual when she saw the familiar young girl outside.

"Yes, but today I've also brought some fruit for Granny Fu." She placed one of the bags of fruit on the counter, with nicely packed strawberries, oranges, bananas—soft enough for the elderly to chew.

"These look good, must have been expensive." Granny Fu glanced at the packaging and labels, already knowing the approximate market price.

"It's okay, I haven't been short on money recently," Clara added, finding it awkward to say things like this, feeling she sounded like Hexia from the past.

"You kids don't know the value of money, not understanding how hard it is to earn it..." Granny Fu thought of declining, but after Clara insisted that it wasn't a problem and that the fruit would spoil if not eaten, Granny Fu accepted.