I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

As she said this, she practically fled into the room.

Lying on the bed like a corpse, she listened to intermittent sobs.

The girl's heart ached, and she almost couldn't resist the urge to comfort her mother.

"My mother is so sad, I should comfort her. As her daughter, that's what I should do."

"But I know it's my mother doing this on purpose. Even if I don't comfort her, she'll stop after a while."

"But just because my mother's crying is intentional, should I ignore it? Should I do nothing?"

"My mother is deliberately trying to get my attention. Shouldn't I respond? If she didn't expect a response from me, she wouldn't be doing this."

"She's waiting for my response as her daughter."

The girl grabbed the blanket and covered herself, hiding nervously under it, trying not to hear the continuous and pervasive wailing.

But those cries seeped into the girl's ears from every crevice.

It shook her mind.

It made her feel an unbearable bitterness and pain.

"She's my mother, I should do what I'm supposed to do."

The idea lingered in her mind.

"But my mom and I are so different. She seems like she can cry anytime, anywhere, but I never seem to cry."

She thought about it, her mind was a mess of all these wailing and howling.

A jumble of random thoughts kept popping into her head, making it impossible for her to think.

Chiho couldn't hold back any longer; she wanted to go out.

However, Chiho froze when she thought of Natsugiri Kai.

It was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her, making her mind clear and calm again.

"If I really do that, Xia Wu will be furious."

"But if I do this here, will he still find out?"

She felt uneasy about this, and she hid under the covers, touching the scars on her body.

It seems they are trying to draw courage from it.

Perhaps she had succeeded, for the girl closed her eyes and remained motionless.

Near her home, Xia Wuzhao was sitting idly in a train station.

Xiao Ai is monitoring Qian Sui from a distance and then syncing her situation to Xia Wuzhao's mind.

“If I can seal more monsters, I can monitor a wider area,” Xiao Ai said to Xia Wuzhao. “That would be safer.”

Xia Wuzhao said, "That's enough."

Xiao Ai puffed out her cheeks, looking very unhappy.

But she still told Xia Wuzhao, "However, Chiho has finally changed a bit. This time, she wasn't bewitched by her mother."

Xia Wuzhao said coldly, "Is this considered a change? She only refrained from doing it because of me. If she weren't afraid of me, if she weren't certain she couldn't control me, she wouldn't have done what she did."

These indifferent words made Xiao Ai mutter, "Lord Xiawu, as long as the result is right, that's fine."

Xia Wuzhao neither confirmed nor denied this, but simply continued to have Xiao Ai keep an eye on things.

Xiao Ai's surveillance range is only this small. If it's just like last time when she was looking for a monster, then the range would be much larger.

But this time it's surveillance, not a search like last time where you could just spot a demonic aura.

That's why Xia Wuzhao had to come here.

He kept an eye on Chiho like that.

Chiho, however, hesitated and felt uneasy, but ultimately did not fulfill her mother's wish.

Gradually, it seemed that Yoshiko had sensed Chiho's determination not to come out.

She finally stopped crying indifferently.

Chiho finally felt a little relieved when she realized she couldn't hear the crying anymore.

"I suddenly felt a sense of relief."

As she thought this, she slowly relaxed her body.

Perhaps because I was too nervous just now, my fingers even spasmed a little.

It took quite a while to finally push the blanket aside.

Only after getting out of bed did she finally feel the stuffiness.

I reluctantly got out of bed and opened the window to let in a slightly cooler breeze.

The girl looked as if she had fought a demon, which made her sweat profusely.

All my energy has vanished, and my head feels like it's about to explode.

I just lay in bed with my eyes closed.

A whirlpool seemed to appear in her mind, causing Chiho immense pain.

She even wanted to open her eyes countless times, but she knew that the more pain she was in, the less she could open her eyes.

Only when one falls into a deep sleep can one escape this pain.

In this almost unbearable pain.

Chiho suddenly realized something.

"So, my world is inherently this painful."

"But I've almost forgotten about it."

"Is it because I've spent too much time with Xia Wu? Because of him, I've forgotten that the world is cruel."

She thought about it, yet felt it was all the more tragic.

"Even though I was already extremely wary of happiness, I still fell into it."

"Even though I knew that happiness would only make the pain that follows even more painful, I still experienced it firsthand and actually felt the pain that followed happiness."

"It's as if we're being played by fate."

"What you fear most is what you are most likely to encounter."

She felt an extraordinary pain, almost to the point of tears.

But not a single tear could be shed.

The girl felt disheartened and wanted to give up on everything.

But everything about Xia Wuzhao seemed to have grown into fine roots, firmly embedding itself in her flesh and bones.

Even the slightest tug causes unbearable pain.

It was only then that she finally realized—she could no longer live without Xia Wuzhao.

Even now, she doesn't know whether her feelings are real or fake.

She was puzzled, but couldn't figure it out.

With these doubts lingering, I drifted off to sleep in the sweltering heat of summer.

Chapter 151 That Sweet, Scarlet Thing

When I woke up again, it was already evening.

Looking out the window, it was already pitch black, with only the dappled shadows of trees illuminated by the streetlights swaying slightly.

"it hurts."

Chiho covered her head, feeling like everything inside her was shaking.

Despite the pain, she managed to sit up with the help of the bed and slowly made her way out of the bedroom.

She finally felt a little better after washing her face with cold water.

My neck was still burning hot, as if the sadness in my head before I went to sleep couldn't be expelled from my spine and was now stuck in my neck, burning hot like a branding iron.

It made my head feel dizzy.

He wet the towel with water and pressed it against his neck.

She vaguely heard the hissing sound of steam.

"Perhaps right now, my sorrow is turning into steam and being released from my body."

When she came to her senses, she looked at herself in the mirror.

His eyelids drooped, filled with sorrow.

My neck was damp, but there was actually no steam at all.

Only her neck felt cold, so she placed the towel aside. Then, using the dry towel, she wiped the water off her skin.

"I also made a promise with Xia Wu to go to the ruins in the mountains tonight."

She murmured something and then went into the restaurant.

By this time, Dad should be back too.

Yoshiko was busy serving various dishes to the table, but she was wearing a flashy and beautiful dress and was moving very carefully, as if she was afraid of getting her clothes dirty.

Seeing Chiho arrive, she hurriedly greeted her, "Come and eat! I've prepared so much food especially for you."

"The food was all very, very good."

She seemed very happy and told Chiho to come over quickly.

Chiho smiled subconsciously, then quickly suppressed her smile and stepped forward.

Yoshiko busied herself setting out a large pile of food on the table.

Chiho stared at the food, while Toshio Kirishima looked at his phone.

He seemed to still be working, constantly sending messages on his phone.

After waiting for a while longer, Toshio Kirishima said impatiently, "Is it ready yet?"

Yoshiko replied, "It'll be ready soon. Today is Chiho's school exam day, so we still need to celebrate for her."

She spoke with such conviction that Toshio Kirishima had no choice but to endure it.

After two or three more dishes were served, Yoshiko finally sat down.

She said with great regret, "There should have been other dishes, but you rushed me too much, Minfu."

Kirishima Toshio said impatiently, "It's just an exam, what's there to celebrate!"

Although he was a little angry, Yoshiko didn't take it to heart.

She said, "Every exam is worth celebrating. Not to mention that my Chiho always does very well on her exams."

Smiling, she looked at Chiho: 'Right, daughter?'

Chiho bit her lip, and a dense stream of sweet, scarlet liquid flowed into her throat, rendering her speechless.

My throat felt sore and dry, as if strong acid had seeped into my vocal cords.

She didn't know what she said, but she felt as if she had vanished like white smoke.

As the three of them ate, Yoshiko casually asked, "Chiho, how were your grades this time?"

"It's alright," Chiho said; "It's an improvement over before."

"I see." Yoshiko smiled and pushed a plate of food toward Chiho.

She said, "That's really great, it deserves encouragement."

Chiho breathed a slight sigh of relief; she didn't know why she felt so fortunate.

But then, Yoshiko revealed her fangs.

She said softly, "So what about the ranking? Since you've improved, you should still be number one."

The girl remained silent for a long time, and it seemed as if she could no longer hold the chopsticks in her hands.