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She got it.

There's no need to ask why; the blue-haired young lady is all too familiar with this process.

This wasn't the first time she'd received a call like this—her father had been taken to the police station again for causing trouble while drunk.

"...I understand, I'll be right there."

While the person on the other end of the phone was still giving instructions, Toyokawa Shoko could no longer concentrate. Only the keywords "police," "take away," and "drunk and disorderly conduct" were clashing in her mind.

She gritted her teeth and forced herself to remain calm: "I will take care of picking them up... There's no need to notify anyone else; I am the only family member."

The moment the words left her lips, the blue-haired young lady suddenly realized something and abruptly turned her head to look to her side.

—The red-haired girl was watching her quietly.

The other person didn't speak, but their eyes clearly showed that they had heard everything that had just happened.

"...It's not what you think."

She spoke almost instinctively, her tone filled with unprecedented nervousness and even a hint of unnatural urgency, "That's... my father, he drank too much... he didn't do anything serious."

Shoko Toyokawa never felt the need to explain these things to others because she never gave anyone a chance to get close to her life.

Even Ruoye Mutsu, who was only half a human, was unaware of what had happened to Toyokawa Shoko's father.

Self-respect is the thing that Toyokawa Shoko is least willing to give up.

Whether she was running away from home to do temporary work or breaking off ties with her former colleagues, she could always lift her chin and pretend to be living as if nothing was wrong.

But this time it's different.

That phone call, the one she answered in front of Ichinose Wakaba, completely shattered Toyokawa Shoko's last layer of pretense.

She couldn't dodge it, nor could she hide it.

So, Toyokawa Shoko ran away.

She rushed into the rain before the downpour had fully begun.

Now, the blue-haired young lady sat in a corner of the police station lobby. Rainwater mixed with dampness seeped into the lining of the clothes she had just bought that morning, and there were still raindrops on her shoulders that had been knocked off and were not yet completely dry.

The air was filled with the mixed smells of disinfectant and coffee, as well as the weariness of the staff on night duty.

The hall lights were too cold and white, making her face appear even paler.

Toyokawa Shoko flipped her phone over and placed it face down on her lap, not wanting to look at the screen that might still be lit up.

Thunder rumbled outside the window, and torrential rain poured down, as if the sky itself had collapsed in some kind of rage.

Meanwhile, her heart was also filled with resentment and exhaustion.

"It's like this again..."

Toyokawa Shoko didn't get angry or sad; instead, a weariness and disappointment that had long been worn down spread silently in the jarringly quiet night.

In reality, she had encountered this situation many times. However, at that time, Toyokawa Shoko believed in her father—"Father, you will definitely pull yourself together."

She firmly believed this, after all, it was what her revered mother had said: her father's virtue was sincerity. But after experiencing that dream, Toyokawa Shoko realized that it was just her own one-sided desire.

That person won't change.

He's only causing trouble because he's drunk now, but he'll eventually fall into a state where he'd sell his own daughter for money.

So, after learning that her father had been taken to the police station, Toyokawa Shoko didn't want to come. But if she didn't come here, where else could she go?

Go home?

What Toyokawa Shoko awaited was a red-haired girl.

So, she still came.

A breeze blew in from the doorway, carrying the smell of rain and the hazy glow of car headlights from the street outside. Toyokawa Shoko sat in the corner, her gaze averted from everything.

However, today's police station is different from the past.

Police stations used to be quiet, like a calm and rational space. Even if someone was brought in, their emotions were usually suppressed by the rules, and they quickly returned to calm.

After all, this represents justice, order, discipline, and unquestionable ironclad laws.

That silence was like a natural barrier, keeping chaos, emotions, and the truth at bay.

But not today.

The police station was a bit noisy today.

Inside the lobby, a drunk man was still shouting something, and two police officers were trying to help him up from the ground. The duty officer next to him was making a phone call while taking a record with a furrowed brow.

But that noisy commotion wasn't just because of him.

In a processing room deeper inside, bursts of heated arguments seeped through the crack in the door, falling like needles into Toyokawa Shoko's ears.

"I did nothing wrong!"

"It's all those people's fault!"

"My daughter is coming to pick me up soon!"

The blue-haired girl froze, her fingers instinctively gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

Toyokawa Shoko didn't even need to see it with her own eyes to know that the person making the voice was her father.

Just as the blue-haired girl was about to get up and act as a guarantor to take her father away.

A familiar and melodious voice rang out.

The melodious, clear, heavenly voice was now filled with anger and sarcasm: "Such a grown man, and you still need your daughter to wipe your butt?"

The air seemed to be pierced in an instant.

This was followed by her father's fury: "What did you say?!"

—Then, a crisp slap resounded:

"Snapped!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing throughout the entire hall.

"A person like you doesn't deserve to be a father."

"Your daughter is working so hard, but you're just holding her back."

"You expect her to support you? You're disgusting."

At this moment, Toyokawa Shoko did not collapse as expected.

No shame filled every vein, no tears blurred my vision, and there was no urge to run away.

The girl simply sat quietly, listening and watching it all unfold.

On the contrary, a strange feeling quietly rose in her heart—a sense of relief.

It was as if a string that had been held for so long had finally snapped, as if someone had finally taken a part of the burden that Toyokawa Shoko had been carrying alone for so long.

It wasn't her who said it, it wasn't her who vented it, but that anger, that deep-seated disgust, was the truest voice from the depths of her heart.

Toyokawa Shoko thought that when these words were spoken, she would feel ashamed, angry that Uesugi Erii had overstepped her bounds, and even hate herself for being so weak that she had to rely on others to stand up for her.

but no.

Toyokawa Shoko simply listened quietly, letting the clear voice dissect the facts she had long seen through but dared not face.

"I...I'm sorry, Xiaoxiang."

Inside the room, a choked, sobbing voice rang out. It was her father.

Toyokawa Shoko had longed to hear this sentence countless times.

But now, she only felt exhausted. Empty, like the wind blowing through ruins.

Outside, the rain continued to fall in a drizzle, hitting the glass windows, making the world seem even more desolate after the night rain.

The girl's hand loosened slightly, her knuckles turned white, and the sweat on her palm had already soaked the fabric.

She lowered her head, concealing her gaze.

I don't want to cry, it's just too quiet.

The girl whispered in her heart, "Thank you, Erii."

Because Erii Uesugi stood up and spoke out for her.

Sorry!!! I went out to play yesterday, so I didn't update!

Xiao Xiang is really suited for melodramas.

Chapter 201 She is the person I want to protect for a lifetime

Ichinose Wakaba dislikes Toyokawa Shoko's father, even though he is the man Toyokawa Shoko's mother liked and chose to entrust her life to, and also the father whom Toyokawa Shoko respects.

But Ichinose Wakaba is just annoying.

Leaving aside distant reasons, let's look at the current situation—how could a father have the nerve to let his daughter act as a guarantor?!

The guarantor system requires someone to vouch for the offender after a crime has been committed. The main purpose is to prevent the offender from fleeing to avoid punishment and committing another crime.

Of course, it has now become the main way to avoid going to the detention center.

Find a respected (wealthy) or close relative to act as a guarantor, so that the criminal will consider whether his escape would disgrace the respected person, or that the close relative will commit a crime due to negligence in the investigation.

From this perspective, unless someone is completely insane, it's unlikely that anyone would want the guarantor to be implicated.

Of course, there are also cases where doting mothers spoil their children.

but!

It is obvious that Toyokawa Kiyoko is not that kind of person. He is not a prodigal son, and Toyokawa Shoko is not a loving mother but his daughter!

In the original storyline, this wasn't the first time the blue-haired young lady had acted as her father's guarantor—what kind of father would have his daughter act as his guarantor so many times in a row?!

The guarantor system was supposed to be implemented to prevent further crimes, but Toyokawa Kiyoko committed crimes time and time again, making Toyokawa Shoko a guarantor each time.

Besides this guarantor, Toyokawa Kiyoko, an adult, was actually being supported by Toyokawa Shoko. Leaving aside the question of whether Toyokawa Kiyoko actually gave Toyokawa Shoko any money, let's just talk about the household chores.

It's fine to let children clean, and even to let them cook. But the premise is that it's for the child to develop skills, not to make them clean and cook every day.

Even worse, they make their children clean up the mess they leave behind when they're drunk.

And also, when drunk, he would yell at the children—"Get out of here!!!"

Ichinose Wakaba didn't know what the Japanese were thinking. Maybe in their eyes, Toyokawa Kiyoko's drunken act of throwing the bottle was for the other person's own good.

But in his eyes, this was clearly domestic violence.

No matter the reason, no matter how many times he explains it, no matter how much pain Toyokawa Shoko's father is in, he should not have thrown a bottle at his daughter and said, "Get out!"

Is this what the father did?

Is this what a father should do?

Is this how a father should act?

Shouldn't a father be someone who shelters his children from the wind and rain?

Shouldn't a father help his child when they need it most?

Shouldn't a father be his child's strongest supporter?

Therefore, Ichinose Wakaba really dislikes Toyokawa Shoko's father. She hates this man who, after failing in life, can't pull himself together and takes out his resentment and anger on his daughter!

So, without any hesitation or politeness, Ichinose Wakaba slapped Toyokawa Kiyotaka across the face again—if apologies were enough, what would be the point of having police?!

What are you saying about apologizing to Toyokawa Shoko?

Ichinose Wakaba believes that the other party apologized because of the environment in that situation. If he really knew he was wrong, then Toyokawa Shoko's father should have gone to Toyokawa Shoko instead of kneeling down to apologize to him.

Therefore, Ichinose Wakaba's face was full of disgust, her eyes were as cold as ice, and her words were full of undisguised contempt.

"I'm sorry, Xiangzi? — You're only saying this now?"

He sneered, as if he had heard some ridiculous line.

"All I see is a coward who only bowed his head and admitted his mistake because he was scared by the police. If you really realize how awful you are, you should kneel down in front of Xiao Xiang right now, instead of standing here pretending to be pitiful in front of me."

Ichinose Wakaba's gaze was like a blade, slicing through the other person's self-esteem without any hesitation, as if looking at a disgusting stain.

Then, ignoring the pale-faced Toyokawa Kiyoko, Ichinose Wakaba walked up to the policeman, took the bail form from his hand, and signed his name as the guarantor.

"If I were you, I should be so ashamed that I want to kill myself right now."