I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

"It would be so nice to be a plant," Kirishima Chiho said wistfully. "If there really is a next life, I want to be a plant."

"It has no consciousness, so it doesn't experience any pain. Even after death, it will emit a fragrance."

Her hands clenched involuntarily, and she seemed somewhat dazed.

A cold wind blew into the room from all directions through the gaps, causing the two people's body temperature to drop.

It was as if this really was a tomb, and as if the two people were really corpses.

Beneath the low hill lies the corpse of an ancient building, and within that corpse are two modern people posing as corpses.

The sound of the babbling brook flowing into the lake echoes here.

“Even if you really become a plant, how would you know that the plant is you?” Xia Wuzhao said. “If you don’t have consciousness in this life, then what relationship will the plant in the next life have with you?”

He spoke in a convoluted way, but Kirishima Chiho understood what Natsugiri Kai meant.

She chuckled softly: "So what? You want me to care more about life now than about what happens after I die?"

The girl turned over and looked at Xia Wuzhao from the side.

Her crimson hair flowed in all directions, and a strand of hair drifted past the corner of her lips, drawing the eye involuntarily to it.

"Heh." Xia Wuzhao scoffed. "Why should I care about such things? Even if you were to die, what would it have to do with me?"

Even though Xia Wuzhao said that to her, the girl wasn't angry.

She simply said, "Of course it has to do with you. You're the only one who can help me get out of this predicament."

"Oh, this only concerns you, not me," Xia Wuzhao replied to the girl.

The girl thought for a moment, then said slyly, "You really have nothing to do with me, but I do have something I need from you."

"However, there's something very strange about this."

She propped herself up with one hand, her hair flowing backward like a waterfall, pulling away from Xia Wuzhao's body.

The girl turned to look at Xia Wuzhao, her smile as cunning as a devil's: "You can completely ignore me, and you can turn a blind eye to what I've done."

"You can simply ignore me, after all, what relationship do we have?"

"But even though you say such cold and heartless things, you haven't left. You still came here as usual, and you still haven't severed ties with me."

She gradually lowered her head, getting closer to Xia Wuzhao.

Their breaths almost touched Xia Wuzhao's face, their pupils reflecting each other's eyes.

Layer upon layer, like an endless maze.

The girl said, "So, is there something about me that attracts you?"

Is there something about me that you desire?

Is it my body?

"Or something else?"

She looked at Xia Wuzhao with a smile, wanting to see a different reaction from her.

However, Xia Wuzhao just stared at the girl expressionlessly.

What do you think I want from you?

He threw the question back into the girl's hands, leaving Kirishima Chiho somewhat puzzled.

"What value do I have besides my body?"

Kirishima Chiho herself didn't understand what Natsugiri Kai wanted to get from her.

Staring at Xia Wukai like that, Kirishima Chiho finally lay down weakly beside her again.

She ultimately didn't answer Xia Wuzhao's question, but instead said, "Do you know who gave me the idea of ​​a lover?"

"I don't care," Xia Wuzhao replied lazily.

But the girl continued on her own: "It's Aoi Asahi. She said that if you become lovers, you can feel happiness."

“I sense that she truly believes this. Perhaps she was once happy because of her lover.”

"What convinced me was my mother's denial. Because she denied it, I thought it might be true."

The girl's words lacked any logic.

After she finished speaking, the girl fell silent.

I stopped talking until my phone alarm went off.

She stood up silently and changed her clothes without any hesitation by the bedside.

She put the elaborate dress and headband in the closet, and went out barefoot, wearing her school uniform.

After the girl left, Xia Wuzhao lay there alone for a long time.

When Kirishima Chiho returned home, Yoshiko looked at the girl as if she were looking at her own trophy.

She said, "Chiho, you did a great job with today's task. Mom loves you! As a reward, Mom will let you choose any life skills tutoring class you like."

Which one do you want to choose?

Yoshiko asked Kirishima Chiho a question, while the girl pondered.

"The most common thing lovers do is probably exchange lunches."

After thinking for a long time, she said, "Mom, I choose cooking."

Yoshiko's expression changed; first, her lips twitched, as if in disbelief.

It suddenly turned into resentment, but this resentment was quickly covered up again.

Yoshiko snapped, "Mom can cook, do you think you can do it for her?"

"Mom has already chosen one for you: embroidery. It's a very traditional craft, and if you do it well, you can be considered a lady from a respectable family."

"But you also have to understand. This is a place your mother went through a lot of trouble to find, and the girls here are all from families with similar circumstances to yours."

"So you need to understand. You must work hard in there and absolutely cannot let your mother down, okay?"

Yoshiko hugged Kirishima Chiho tightly: "You didn't get first place in the other tutoring classes this time, and your dad looks down on your mom."

“If you don’t get first place this time, your grandma and others will look down on your mother even more.”

"You must make your mother proud, Chiho."

Yoshiko looked at Kirishima Chiho with such seriousness.

"Embroidery? What use is it to a relationship between lovers?"

"But seeing my mother's almost tearful expression, I suddenly felt heartbroken and sorry for her."

"How ridiculous that I actually feel sorry for my mother."

"What right do I have to pity them?"

"But, well, she's my mother."

Kirishima Chiho smiled gently: "Okay, Mom. I will get first place."

Yoshiko hugged Kirishima Chiho tightly, saying, "Chiho, you are such a good child to your mother."

Chapter 105 A Death as Light as a Feather

Kirishima Chiho was writing furiously in her room, handling the assignment in front of her with ease.

Just one glance is enough to spark an idea in my mind.

She wrote at a leisurely pace, because she would be scolded if she wrote too fast or too slow.

If you write too fast, people will suspect that you wrote it haphazardly.

Even if the inspection reveals no errors, it will be attributed to luck or mere guesswork.

The number of assignments will double next time.

If you write too slowly, people will suspect that you are just trying to get by.

She was only thinking about what had happened before.

"Perhaps I should have insisted on learning to cook."

"But I couldn't refuse my mother's request, simply because she was my mother."

"I feel heartbroken and in pain for her."

"But"

"But who can truly understand my pain?"

As Kirishima Chiho thought this, her fingers involuntarily quickened their pace.

"Chiho! Be serious!"

Jiazi scolded, "Otherwise, what's the difference between writing something and not writing it at all if it's full of mistakes? Don't just go through the motions; you should feel genuinely happy."

"Do you understand the joy of learning? Only then can your grades improve. Don't think you can relax once you get first place; you must understand that there is no upper limit to your grades."

"I understand, Mother."

Kirishima Chiho responded.

Yoshiko nodded in satisfaction and then started making another call.

Kirishima Chiho was doing her homework, but her heart was filled with melancholy.

"Mother, oh Mother."

"Whenever I feel resentful towards my mother, I always remember the way she looked in pain and tears. Every time, I feel like my heart softens."

"But every time I try to get along well with my mother, she always causes me immense pain."

"I really don't know whether I feel resentment or heartache."

"My mother has done so much for me, yet I have such thoughts. Every time I think about this, I feel annoyed, cruel, and guilty."

"Even a deep sense of guilt."

"Perhaps, this is how my life will be."

As she thought this, she felt numb again.

But I couldn't help but think of Xia Wuzhao.

"I'll let him kill me as long as I can make him feel happy."

"I really hope that day comes soon."

As she thought about it, she felt a little lighter.

Although I was suppressing my speed, the thought of death still bothered me.

She couldn't help but feel relaxed, her body felt lighter, and she wrote faster and faster.

Kirishima Chiho was scolded by Yoshiko again, and she listened quietly.

Only at the very end did she say, "I understand, Mom."

Yoshiko watched Kirishima Chiho's retreating figure before continuing into the phone, "Noda-mama, you know what? This child is getting more and more disobedient as she gets older. Look, we've only been talking for a short while, and I've already scolded Chiho several times."

"I asked her to do her homework, and she wrote it incredibly fast. It was as if the answers just popped into her head. I initially thought she was just scribbling randomly, but when I checked it, I found there were no mistakes at all."

"Hey, tell me. This kid is really taking advantage of his intelligence to blatantly fool us parents."

Noda's mother said, "Kirishima's mother, your daughter isn't fooling you at all. She's just too smart; these questions are nothing to her. You've raised a wonderful daughter."

Jiazi laughed and said, "How can she be considered a good daughter? I enrolled her in a tutoring class. It's for drama, and although she got first place in the exam, guess what the teacher said? He said she lacked emotion! Tell me, isn't she just fooling me?"

Noda's mother said, "Your daughter also enrolled in a drama tutoring class? That's really amazing. She even got first place!"

Jiazi laughed and said, "I've signed up for more than a dozen classes, and I'm always rushing around. I'm almost exhausted. I don't even know why I have to work so hard every day. My husband doesn't even praise me every day. I don't know who I'm working for!"

Noda's mother said, "The Kirishima family is truly fortunate to have you. Don't be fooled by their wealth; without you, I really don't know what kind of child they would have raised!"

Yoshiko couldn't help but laugh: "I don't have such a great achievement, I dare not tell anyone. Otherwise, I might get scolded by my mother-in-law."

Noda's mother said, "They're still scolding you."

Jiazi's mother said, "Sigh, I can't explain it. Before, Minfu was not satisfied with how I taught our daughter, saying that I was teaching her wrong. I had no choice but to rack my brains and enroll her in an embroidery class."

Noda's mother exclaimed in astonishment, "Embroidery? That's incredibly rare and skillful; it's something only ladies of high birth used to know!"