I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

"I told you, you're just overthinking things!"

Yajima Jiro kept banging on the table, trying to scare Yajima Momono.

But as a mother, Momono Yajima absolutely refused to let this kind of thing be glossed over.

"Am I overthinking things? Or are you hiding something?"

She stared at Yajima Jiro and screamed shrilly.

The two argued so heatedly that they almost came to blows.

As Yajima Jiro looked at her, he remembered Keiko's words.

He slumped onto the sofa, feeling utterly exhausted, took a deep breath, and said, "Let's get a divorce."

Momono Yajima collapsed onto the sofa as if struck by a heavy hammer.

She was filled with immense sorrow, and tears streamed down her face.

"Fine, you're going to divorce me for some slut who just popped out of nowhere?"

Momono Yajima gritted her teeth and said, "Do you think I'd divorce you? Do you think I'd let you marry another woman peacefully? Even if I don't know who that woman is, even if I don't know where you're fooling around! But divorce? Don't even think about it!"

Yajima Jiro was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

The sound of their argument was so loud that even headphones couldn't block it out.

Risa Yajima heard faint sounds of arguing, which puzzled her.

He then took off his headphones.

But I did hear the two of them arguing.

Her face turned pale, and she hurriedly walked out of the room, standing on the stairs looking down: "Father, Mother, what's wrong?"

Momono Yajima wiped away her tears and said with a smile, "It's nothing. Your father told me something very touching, and look, I'm crying."

Yajima Jiro said, "If there's nothing else, you should go to sleep."

Risa Yajima nodded as if she truly knew nothing: 'You guys should go to sleep too, it's very late. Dad, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?'

"I'll sleep, I'll sleep," Yajima Jiro replied dismissively.

However, Risa Yajima frowned and said, "Who knows if you'll be whispering to each other after I go inside?"

Yajima Jiro and Yajima Momono had no choice but to return to their room.

They all loved their daughter very much.

Risa Yajima was finally satisfied once all the living room lights were turned off.

She turned around, but did not go inside.

But the smile on her face vanished, and she tiptoed downstairs.

They moved as silently as mice.

They slowly moved into the bathroom, where the clothes rack was located.

She had overheard her parents' conversation and knew what they were arguing about. She expressionlessly took the suit jacket out of the clothes rack.

I took a closer sniff, and it did indeed have a strong perfume scent.

Risa Yajima's expression darkened, and she rummaged around inside for a while longer.

Upon discovering a wad of fabric in her pocket, she clenched her teeth tightly, her face turning extremely pale.

But when I finally found it, it turned out to be just a wad of handkerchief.

After taking it out, she breathed a sigh of relief: "It was just a handkerchief, nothing else."

After placing the suit in the clothes rack, he tiptoed back to his room.

She spread the handkerchief out on the table and looked at it over and over.

I want to find traces of that despicable woman.

The handkerchief was just an ordinary handkerchief, but one corner was folded up and densely sewn together.

She immediately realized that there was something there.

I tried to tear it open, but there was no way to tear it open.

There were no scissors available, so she could only try to break the thread with the tip of her pen.

I tried for a long time, but I still couldn't break it.

Just as she was trying to think of other solutions.

But then I heard a thumping sound in my ear.

There was a knock on the door.

Instantly, Risa Yajima's face turned pale, and she immediately hid the item.

Upon opening the door, Momono Yajima stood outside.

Momono Yajima stood outside the door and said to Risa Yajima, "Risa, go to sleep. You have school tomorrow, don't be late."

"Okay, Mom."

Risa gave a reluctant reply, then finally turned off the light and climbed into bed.

But before she closed her eyes, she thought bitterly to herself.

—Don't let me find out who you are.

It's all because of this damned woman that my family almost fell apart.

It's all because of that damned woman that my mother left.

It's all because of this damned woman that my life has slid down the path of misfortune.

It's all because of that damned woman, it's all her fault!

Risa Yajima was filled with extreme resentment, and the anger in her heart overwhelmed her mind like a raging tide.

Chapter 24 The Girl Torn Between Good and Bad in the Mirror

When Asahi returned home from the beach, it was already getting dark.

If it weren't for the danger of staying there, Asahi would probably have continued to stay on the beach.

For Asahi Aoi, the concept of home is more like a place where she can vent her emotions alone.

She didn't want to go back to that messy, cramped room, which was always damp and smelled of alcohol.

Although I have relatives there, it is not home.

Ultimately, what exactly constitutes family?

Aoi Asahi had no idea, nor could she figure it out.

When I got back, the house was still dark and damp. Shoes were scattered haphazardly in the entryway, and bags of smelly garbage were piled up next to them.

After putting her schoolbag in the room, she took out the dinner that had been in the refrigerator the day before and ate it slowly.

It was cold, tasted awful, and tasted like swill.

Eating these things feels more like torturing yourself.

Kui finished eating without expression, washed the box, and put it back in the refrigerator.

Every day in this room called "home", all Asahi Aoi can do is eat and study.

She didn't care about her mother, Keiko.

—What is there to worry about with that woman? She's far too promiscuous, almost to the point of being shameful. What difficulties could she possibly have to worry about?

She always used that ingratiating smile and gestures to resolve those difficulties.

Asahi Aoi lowered her head and studied, but unconsciously she was thinking about what Natsugiri Kai had said at noon.

She thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile.

"Perhaps I am just a coward, perhaps I am just like a lump of mud."

"But what can I do? Wouldn't doing that make things worse?"

She looked up and glanced around at the cramped, cluttered, dark, and dilapidated room.

This room was so unbearable that it was almost driving me crazy.

But the thought of taking a step forward almost overwhelmed her mind with immense fear.

This made her uneasy, and in the end, she could only stand still.

There's nothing wrong with this place.

Asahi tossed her hair, deceiving herself: "Besides, only a harsh living environment can make one's grades good."

"Moreover, this is also a way to hone one's willpower."

She rambled on and on, saying things that even Aoi herself didn't believe, using phrases from television and society to deceive herself.

Trying to accept this kind of life.

But the more this happened, the more confused and disoriented I became.

She was filled with melancholy, thinking too much but lacking the courage.

But the more she thought about it, the happier she became.

She actually derived a sense of accomplishment from torturing herself; the more pain she felt, the more excited she became.

They seemed to be ascetics, finding a sense of accomplishment in this suffering.

It seems like it's to impress someone.

It seems like it's to prove something to someone.

It seems that he proved something through his own suffering.

It's as if they're trying to prove they're a good child.

—That's really ridiculous.

Aoi looked up at the ceiling, unaware of what was happening.

Or perhaps they are aware of it, but subconsciously choose not to think about it.

In her mind, she was only thinking about what had happened before.

She had originally planned to make a decision once all the plants had bloomed. But the flowers just wouldn't survive; they were always sickly.

"Ultimately, what were you thinking when you made that decision?"

Asahi reminisces about the past, recalling how she felt back then.

—It seemed to be a night after I had once again dealt with the vomit my mother had prepared. Standing in front of the mirror, I made up my mind.

Thinking of this, she got up and went to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at herself.

The self within that self is not the gloomy and cowardly Asahi.

Instead, she is a sunflower with sharp eyes and a fiery gaze.

The sunflower in the mirror has a playful smile on its face.

"So, this is what I am?"

She stroked her cheek and murmured to herself.

She lowered her eyes, and a strange sense of happiness welled up inside her.

Like strands of bittersweet candy, the bitterness makes one's throat dry, while the sweetness brings tears to one's eyes.

She touched her reflection in the glass: "This is what Natsugiri wanted to see, not so cowardly, not so tragic, the 'bad boy' Aoi."

She actually felt happy because of this.

-----------------

Although Xia Wuzhao's house is near the school, it is not a detached house. Instead, it is on the second floor of a low building.

The words "Office" are pasted on the glass facing the street.

The entire low-rise building was somewhat dilapidated, and the white tiles on the exterior had turned yellow. The storefront downstairs belonged to someone else and ran a small furniture repair shop.