I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

After a long while, she said, "Sometimes, I'm actually quite envious of you, Xia Wu."

"What do I have to envy?"

“Because there are many people around you who care about you,” Chiho said. “Just because of your personality change, two girls are talking about you.”

Xia Wuzhao did not answer this question.

Instead, he said, "I think you guys are much luckier than me."

Chapter 465 Who Should Lean on Whose Shoulder?

Luck is something that seems elusive and intangible.

But luck and misfortune always coexist.

Perhaps, this fortune and misfortune were predetermined from the moment of birth.

Chiho and Asakawa Yo didn't understand why Natsugiri Kai suddenly said that. As usual, Chiho tried to change the subject with some playful and frivolous words.

However, this time she did not do it.

—For some inexplicable reason, a trace of sadness emanated from Xia Wuzhao.

A rumbling sound came from outside the window, and dark, heavy clouds obscured the sun.

First, the pattering raindrops created small patterns on the dusty ground, and then the rain intensified.

Like the first rain of summer, it was surprisingly dense, with continuous sheets like a beaded curtain.

Chiho simply came to Natsugiri Kai's side and sat down on the chair next to her.

Then she leaned on Xia Wuzhao's shoulder.

A rich fragrance suddenly descended with the sound of rain, and the girl's heartbeat was like that of a deer running through the forest.

Her long red hair cascaded down like silk.

The once noisy office suddenly became much quieter, while outside it was pouring rain.

Asakawa Yo looked at the two who had suddenly become so affectionate, somewhat confused, but still sat down on the chair next to them.

"I've heard that having a shoulder to lean on when you're sad is the best thing."

Chiho said softly.

"Oh," Xia Wuzhao retorted, "What does this have to do with me?"

"Because I feel that you are sad, Xia Wu."

“It’s just your imagination,” Xia Wuzhao replied calmly. “Besides, you’re the one relying on me now.”

"Because, Xia Wu, you will always be someone I can rely on."

Chiho said those words with great care.

"No matter what happens, I will always rely on you."

"It sounds like a burden."

"Then just consider me a burden," Chiho said without any hesitation. "Even if I'm a burden, I'll always rely on you."

Xia Wuzhao didn't say anything more.

But Chiho asked, "Are you feeling better now?"

"No, I'm actually feeling a bit sad now." Xia Wuzhao didn't look at her. "I was in a good mood just now, but I'm in a really bad mood now. It's probably because I've been given a burden for no reason."

"But I'm very happy."

"Why?" Xia Wuzhao closed the book.

Chiho stretched out her hand and wiped it in front of her, as if she were wiping a piece of glass.

"Before, it always felt like I was looking at something through the fog. Now, it's finally getting clearer."

She smiled slightly, a hint of pride in her voice: "Now, I guess I'm the person who understands you best, Xia Wu."

"Do you know it better than I do?"

"That's right, I know you even better than you do, Xia Wu."

Chiho's tone was calm and confident.

Xia Wuzhao didn't comment on it, looking out the window at the heavy rain: "It's raining again."

"I really like rain." Chiho squinted at the outside.

"I guess I'm quite used to it."

Xia Wuzhao said something that was unclear.

Asakawa Yo lay on the table, watching the two talking about something incomprehensible, her mind filled with doubt.

But at this moment, she felt as if something had changed.

What exactly has changed?

She looked for a long time and realized that Xia Wuzhao had changed.

"Xia Wu, you seem to have become the same as before."

"Really? I don't think I've ever changed."

"Chichi-"

Asakawa Yo suddenly burst out laughing.

When she laughs, it's awkward. It's like someone who doesn't laugh often suddenly bursting into laughter; it creates a peculiar effect.

After a short while, Asakawa Yo realized that her smile looked awkward.

But Asakawa Yo didn't care. Or perhaps she forced herself not to care, because if she did, she would be too weak.

She hates this kind of thing.

After the rain outside subsided a bit, Xia Wuzhao said, "I'm going to go find Asahi."

"Ah—it's time for me to go home."

Chiho stretched vigorously and yawned.

Asakawa Yo also felt she should go back. She was very happy today because she had accomplished something very good.

—At least, Xia Wuzhao was turned back.

"I'll take you there in a bit," Chiho called out to Asakawa Yo.

Asakawa Yo looked at Chiho with a puzzled expression. She was about to refuse, but in the end she nodded and said, "Thank you."

Chiho just smiled and waited until Natsugiri Kai left with the umbrella before speaking to Asakawa Yo.

"You are absolutely not allowed to tell Aoi about what just happened."

His expression was so solemn it was unbelievable, even carrying a somber tone that made Asakawa Yo somewhat fearful.

"Kirishima, your face seems to change rather quickly."

Chiho smiled and said, "So, please don't tell Aoi, okay?"

Asakawa Yo could only nod: "I understand."

"Oh, this is perfect."

With a bright smile, she stood up and took Asakawa Yo's arm: "Alright, let's go back now."

As they walked, Asakawa Yo asked, "You changed Natsugiri Kai, so why are you still hiding it?"

Chiho looked at Asakawa Yo with a strange expression and simply smiled.

"Asakawa, you're so adorably silly."

"If Aoi knew I did this, she'd probably kill me."

Chiho didn't say anything, but simply pulled Asakawa Yo downstairs. Her family's car was still parked at the door.

Xia Wuzhao walked towards the library, holding an umbrella.

He was in a bad mood, but not a good one either.

As always, the umbrella was being battered and pounded, and the rainwater gathered around it to form a small stream.

"Lord Natsugiri, have you made a new decision again?"

Xiao Ai asked with some doubt.

"Probably so."

"The current Lord Xiawu is so fickle," Xiao Ai sighed. "The Lord Xiawu used to be very stubborn, but now she's so unpredictable. Sometimes, even I can't figure out what she's thinking."

"Oh, so which one do you think is better?"

Xia Wuzhao asked Xiao Ai this question.

Suddenly, Xiao Ai realized that this was actually a very important issue.

—It would be terrible if I answered incorrectly.

She felt like she was at a crucial juncture in a game's storyline; if she made a mistake, it would drastically alter the subsequent plot.

—But there are no archives at all now.

Xiao Ai didn't dare to choose at all.

She could only weakly say, "I think Lady Xiawu will always be Lady Xiawu."

Xia Wuzhao smiled and then ignored Xiao Ai.

This made Xiao Ai a little sad, wondering if she had said something wrong.

When he arrived at the library, he put his umbrella outside and went inside.

Chapter 466 The Silent Yet Solid Pillars

"Good afternoon, Tokisaka-senpai."

Xia Wuzhao greeted Tokisaka Chiharu very easily, not in a polite way, but with a certain sincerity.

This has never happened before.

Chiharu Tokisaka was somewhat at a loss, wondering why Natsugiri Kai had suddenly changed like this.

She could only manage a forced smile: "Good afternoon."

Her expression was visibly unpleasant, and she seemed quite uncomfortable. Xia Wuzhao could clearly see Tokisaka Chiharu's bewilderment, but he didn't react.

It wasn't out of regret, nor was it about wanting to reconnect or make Chiharu Tokisaka fall in love with him.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Xia Wuzhao was actually quite annoying.

The reason I'm saying this is simply because I feel a bit of regret.

He felt that once he returned to his former self, he should do something like this to make it complete.

Chiharu Tokisaka found it strange, but didn't know how to deal with Natsugiri Kai.

"Where is Asahi?" Xia Wuzhao asked.

For no apparent reason, Chiharu Tokisaka breathed a sigh of relief: "It's right in the corner."

Nodding, Xia Wuzhao walked to the corner. Asahi Aoi sat by the window, intently flipping through the pages. The window next to her was shattered, water flowing freely across the glass, turning it into frosted glass.

The sunflower, studying diligently, possesses a unique charm.

Like a secluded little flower, it swayed gently in the sunlight.

Approaching or touching it is a form of blasphemy.

He then looked at Chiharu Tokisaka.

Chiharu Tokisaka sat listlessly at the counter, organizing today's borrowing list.

He looked very serious.

"She's doing pretty well now."

Life is pretty good; there aren't many worries or troubles.

The only thing I care about is the entrance exams for higher education, but I'm not too worried about them.