I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

"Is there anything else to doubt?" Aoi asked, her eyelids lowered.

“But you didn’t do anything right, did you?” Xia Wukai said these words that stung Asahi Aoi.

Sunflower flattens the soft bread, as if trying to squeeze out all the bitterness.

She brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and gave Xia Wuzhao a faint, mocking look, saying, "Me? What could I possibly do? You must have heard what those girls said. If I were to actually do it, my mother would have to kneel before them and beg for forgiveness."

She uttered such flippant words, but it was unclear who she was mocking.

Perhaps it is Xia Wuzhao, but more importantly, it is myself.

—She was mocking herself.

Natsugiri Kai showed no emotional reaction to Asahi Aoi's words.

"Do you have a good relationship with your mother?"

As he said this, he tore open the bag containing the bread.

Based on his observations at the store, she and her mother must have had a strained relationship.

Asahi Aoi's pale face and tired, heavy eyes when she entered the school today.

—If it were a happy family, how could it be like this?

Aoi was taken aback, and she loosened her grip on her hands.

She smiled knowingly and said, "My relationship with my mother isn't exactly great."

Asahi Aoi said, "My mother was a failed rich girl. She only came here after her divorce. But even so, she drove around the beach every day, and even if she didn't, she would get drunk in bars every day and spend all the money she got."

"If it weren't for her, I might be living a more prosperous life. But it's probably because of her that I'm so poor."

As Aoi said this, seemingly to bolster the credibility of her words, as she addressed Natsugiri Kai:

"If you work in the town center, you should be able to see her."

She said this as if it were no difficulty for her to say such things.

After thinking for a long time, Aoi Asahi said, "It seems like it would be nice to have her apologize."

Chapter 19 The Spiral of Courage and Deadly Poison

She spoke frivolously and casually, as if it were just something she said offhand.

But it also seemed solemn, only this solemnity was as light as a feather.

Xia Wuzhao asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Maybe I should find a chance to punch those people?" Aoi Asahi said cheerfully, "Although my family is very poor now, as long as my mother can settle down, believe it or not, they will be extremely envious of me, and they might even change their attitude. I will become the most popular person in this classroom."

"Oh," Xia Wuzhao replied indifferently.

"You don't believe me?" Aoi Asahi frowned.

"How could I not believe it?" Xia Wuzhao started off calmly, but then became increasingly sarcastic: "It's really easy to be a bad person. Even if you did something wrong before, you can get forgiveness just by kneeling on the ground and crying a few times."

"But what are a few tears or a wail? Actors on stage cry and shed tears anytime, anywhere. Those things are worthless."

He was practically staring into Aoi's eyes as he uttered these sarcastic remarks.

—Before, he had never looked directly into Asahi Aoi's eyes.

Under the midday sun, the sunflower's eyes become sparkling.

This time, Aoi's eyes were still sparkling.

Her temples shimmered with a hazy glow in the bright sunlight.

But his words became increasingly sarcastic: "A few tears, a few cries, a few bowed heads, and you think you can erase the grievances and sorrows of the past?"

"Aoi Asahi, you really are a generous person."

He laughed again as he said this: "But in the Middle Ages, you might be a saint. You've forgotten the bitterness of today and the past before you've even tasted the sweetness of the future."

Asahi's chestnut-colored eyes looked at Natsugiri Kai. She flicked her hair and said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "Otherwise what? What do you want me to do?"

She questioned Xia Wuzhao as if she were deliberately refuting him.

But his face was serious, as if he wanted to know Xia Wuzhao's answer.

"There are only two possible ends for a person: to rot or to burn."

Xia Wuzhao said calmly, "However, I'm not surprised by your choice."

"After all, you are the head of the horticulture department who can keep those highly poisonous plants on their last legs."

"How pathetic, Himawari. That highly poisonous plant is not just a plant, it's also a testament to your courage."

"But what can I do?"

Asahi Aoi said this to herself in her heart, but she smiled on her face.

With an indifferent tone, she said, "Then why don't you become the head of the gardening department? You can't stand how badly I manage to grow the plants. How about you take on the role?"

“I’m not familiar with those plants,” Xia Wuzhao said casually. “If I tried to raise them, they would probably die very quickly.”

"It seems you're not omnipotent after all, Xia Wuzhao."

Aoi's face showed some joy, but a trace of gloom and sadness flashed through her heart.

“I have no interest in reaching out to someone lying in the mud,” Xia Wuzhao replied calmly as she stood up.

“I was just asking about the Horticulture Department, Natsugiri Kai.”

Asahi Aoi retorted sharply, "You always say things that have absolutely nothing to do with the matter, Natsugiri Kai."

"what!"

Xia Wuzhao responded with a laugh and then left.

Only Aoi was left sitting on the steps, and it took her a long time to recover.

He took out some paper from his pocket and slowly wiped away the juice that had spilled out of the box because he had squeezed too hard.

Her hands were covered in juice, and she wiped her fingers with a piece of paper.

Even after wiping the juice clean, my fingers were still sticky.

She suddenly froze, staring blankly at her fingers.

"Even if you wipe your fingers clean, what's the point?"

Her back slowly bent, and she lay on her knees, her long hair hanging down completely, obscuring her expression.

By the afternoon, Natsumi Kiri had not gone to see Asahi Aoi again.

Asahi Aoi was simply studying diligently; she couldn't help but be serious.

Because she had no friends and couldn't do anything.

In school, studying is a simple way to escape social interaction.

As long as you are focused on your studies, it doesn't matter if the girls around you are talking and discussing something loudly.

It attracted the attention of many students.

Even in this situation, no one would say anything too harsh to the person who was studying.

Until school ended, Xia Wuzhao did not say another word to Asahi Aoi, nor did she make eye contact with anyone else.

They never even crossed eyes.

It's as if they're deliberately avoiding it.

Only after everyone had left did Asahi slowly stop doing her homework.

Instead, he sat in his seat with a sigh, looking around.

She lingered for a while, especially in Xia Wuzhao's empty spot.

She glanced at the girls' seats again, and a bit of courage welled up inside her. But that courage slowly faded and disappeared.

"I was really wrong."

Asahi murmured, a sense of sadness welling up inside her.

But his face ultimately wore an indifferent expression: "I just can't do it."

Just as those girls said, the price they have to pay for their mistakes is far greater and heavier than that of others.

"If it's just my mother coming, that's fine, but if it affects my studies..."

Thinking this, she eventually fell silent.

As if to comfort herself, she wore a fake smile.

"This should be the right thing to do, and it is also the right understanding."

She tried to comfort herself like this, but she felt extremely disappointed.

Looking up at the window, I saw the continuous rain falling again.

The sound of pattering rain filled the town once again.

Normally, I would study in a park.

But in this situation, I have no choice but to go home.

I picked up my schoolbag and put all my books and other things inside.

Only then did they prepare to leave.

But when I picked up the umbrella, I felt something was off.

She once carved twelve marks on the umbrella handle.

These scratches, which are visible when the wound is exposed, are very obvious when used.

However, after use, those wounds were gradually smoothed out by the palm of the hand, and if one did not pay close attention, one might even overlook these originally frightening scars.

She initially thought it was just her imagination, since her umbrella wouldn't be taken away.

They'll just get kicked to the ground or stuffed into a trash can.

But when Asahi picked it up and examined it closely...

But he discovered that it wasn't his umbrella; it was just a brand new one.

There was only a small note stuck to the umbrella handle, with the surname "Xia Wu" written on it.

Chapter 20 Her debauchery was like a dangerous wave of foam.

It turned out that the umbrella was Xia Wuzhao's.

Asahima stood by the shoe cabinet, gripping the handle.

She bent down and took her loafers out of the shoe cabinet.

Loafers are made of a rather stiff material, and they make a thud when dropped on the ground. Even when worn, they aren't very comfortable.

Especially on rainy days, my shoes always get soaked with rainwater.

My feet got all wet.

Step into loafers and lock your indoor shoes in the closet.

She then stepped out of the teaching building, holding an umbrella, and entered the rain.

She glanced at the sky above; fine raindrops fell on the umbrella, sounding like drums.

This umbrella used to leak.

It will drip down from the tip of the umbrella onto your hair.

That umbrella was broken; it should have been thrown in the trash long ago.

However, there was no way to replace the sunflower, so it had to be used as is.

This time, however, the umbrella is good.

She walked carefully along the edge of the puddle, not wanting to get her shoes wet.

But suddenly a gust of wind came, and the cotton socks wrapped around my calves gradually became wet.

The inside of the shoes was also soaking wet.

She walked on aimlessly, standing at the crossing waiting for the tram to pass.