I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

“That’s right,” Yoshiko said proudly. “I went through a lot of trouble to finally find this tutoring center.”

Noda's mother said, "The Kirishima family is truly lucky to have you as their daughter-in-law."

Yoshiko smiled and said, "Oh, no, no, it's me who's honored to be associated with the Kirishima family."

Noda's mother said, "My son is a good-for-nothing. His grades are terrible, and he's impossible to manage. He just gets into all sorts of messy things every day and makes a complete mess of himself."

"Tell me, what kind of nonsense is this?!"

Yoshiko listened, only feeling a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.

She forced a smile; "That's our son, after all. With the combined strength of your two families, what are you afraid of?"

Noda's mother complained, "I wish I could switch places with you. I wish Chiho were my daughter."

Yoshiko said, "Oh dear, Chiho is someone I've raised with great difficulty. You don't know, she used to be quite mischievous."

Noda's mother said, "How could that be? Chiho is so cute and obedient, how could she have been naughty before? I really envy you, Yoshiko. I only have this one naughty boy."

The two chatted for a while longer before reluctantly hanging up the phone.

But as soon as she hung up the phone, Yoshiko's expression changed.

She said angrily, "An old hen laid a bad egg and dares to show off in front of me."

"Chiho, come here."

She shouted in dissatisfaction.

The girl stood in front of her, looking gently at her mother.

Yoshiko looked at her daughter and touched her rosy hair: "What a beautiful girl. When she grows up, she will definitely amaze everyone. She is indeed extremely beautiful."

She exclaimed in admiration, touching her daughter's face.

He then joked, "Go to sleep, Kirishima family. I'm an outsider, I can't control you."

Kirishima Chiho looked at her mother in astonishment: "Now?"

"Okay, go to sleep."

Yoshiko waved her hand casually: "It's already eleven o'clock, you can go to sleep now."

"It's an hour earlier than usual."

Kirishima Chiho smiled and said gently, "Thank you, Mom."

"At this moment, I feel somewhat incredulous, and I also feel a sense of warmth and emotion!"

"How despicable I am."

Chapter 106 Bluebeard's Last Door

Early morning, when you wake up in the morning.

Asahi walked through the silent library, taking her toiletries with her in hand and washing up in the staff washroom, which also had a bathroom.

The bathtub was pitifully small, so I could only sit curled up inside.

White steam filled the small space, and long hair, like snakes, swished in the bath.

Her fair skin was immersed in hot water, and the soft rustling of leaves outside seeped out from the gaps in the water, swirling with the steam.

Watching all this, she drifted back into a half-asleep, half-awake state.

The shattered fragments reappeared before my eyes.

Some images show themselves crying, while others show the blurry silhouette of Xia Wuzhao.

More often, there are dilapidated train stations by the sea, and a bright, eye-catching sunflower.

"Of course I know. That dilapidated train station by the sea is where I often daydream. And those sunflowers were planted there by birds."

"But something just doesn't feel right."

Soaking in hot water, resting my head on the edge of the bathtub.

She said, "Life is fine now, I quite like it. The library is great, it's very quiet when I'm reading here alone every day. There are no worries."

"Compared to life in the small town, this is like paradise now."

"But I always felt resentful and found it strange."

"Why did Xia Wuzhao's figure appear in my dream?"

"I've decided to get to the bottom of this, and there's no reason for me to hesitate. I should be doing this, instead of just overthinking things."

"Today is Sunday, there's no time to hesitate."

The girl made up her mind and stood up from the bath.

Water droplets dripped down her body as she stood outside the bathtub in wooden clogs, drying herself with a towel.

I'm still wearing my school uniform today, but it's just too hot.

She took out her only sun hat and put it on, then picked up a handkerchief and a folding knife.

A note was attached to the paper reminding students: If you are delayed by something today, you can ask the teacher for the key.

After looking around, he did so.

Aoi Asahi finally left with peace of mind, knowing where Natsugiri Kai's house was.

But it was quite far from the school. Fortunately, there was a tram, and although it cost a little money, the girl didn't mind.

Because with her scholarship and librarian's salary, she was able to live a standard of living like an ordinary person.

At least, I won't have to go hungry anymore.

As she descended the slope, the girl looked at the trees on both sides.

The roads to school are all pretty much the same. But in small towns, the roadsides are lined with even more and more lush trees.

But there were no forests covering the mountains and plains.

The girl stepped into the shade of the trees, and when no one was around, she hopped and skipped like she was playing hopscotch, moving from one shaded area to another.

Or perhaps they're walking unsteadily along the curb.

The girl thought she would soon give up, but she didn't expect to walk all the way down the curb.

She thought to herself with a touch of pride: "I have a great sense of balance."

"I think I also walked on the breakwater embankment."

As she said this, she seemed a little doubtful; "But would I have been in the mood to do such a thing back then?"

Looking back now, however, the days in that small town seem terribly bleak.

It was constantly shrouded in swirling clouds, making it hard to breathe.

Since arriving here, she has fallen in love with the boundless blue sky.

She walked step by step on the sun-drenched road.

It deliberately makes a clattering sound, like a tin soldier pacing by a stove.

So cute!

However, she stopped doing this when there were other people around.

While waiting at the station, the girl held her sun hat down to prevent it from being blown away by the occasional gusts of wind.

Standing on tiptoe, waiting for the tram in the distance.

She loved the creaking, swaying trams; opening the window allowed her to see the scenery swaying past her.

I don't like the long subway lines in the Ping area; they're just too fast.

It's like a sardine can crammed full of people, and the subway is just a transportation machine.

She wasn't used to such a fast pace, nor was she used to simply running back and forth for one thing.

She prefers sitting in this slow-moving vehicle, enjoying scenery she never imagined.

Rather than simply reaching the destination, she also considered the scenery as her goal.

When the tram arrived, she sat in the front row by the window, opened the window, and the tram started moving.

A breeze blew in from outside, and she took off her sun hat and placed it on her skirt to cover her bare knees, letting her hair flutter in the empty seat.

Asahi Aoi hadn't yet figured out what to do when she met Natsugiri Kai.

But she wasn't afraid.

"If you can't see the future, then just keep walking down the path you're on. As long as you have the courage to take the first step, the worst outcome is just regret."

Thinking of all this, she squinted at the green trees outside.

After a 30-minute journey, she finally arrived at the residential area.

Unlike the smooth roads in seaside towns, the roads here are mostly winding steps, and the houses are arranged in a staggered manner.

After getting off the car, you still need to walk through three alleyways with steps, and then climb a flight of stairs. Only then can you reach Xia Wuzhao's house.

The location is good, but because the road is too long and winding, not many people live around it.

The further you walk, the emptier it becomes; at first, you can still see some pedestrians.

But in the end, all that could be seen was a rough, gray staircase.

When they finally arrived at Xia Wuzhao's house, the girl put on a sun hat.

She went up and rang the doorbell.

There was no sound of voices coming from inside, but the door opened quickly.

Xia Wuzhao was dressed casually, looking very relaxed and at home.

She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and her hair was a little messy.

Looks like they just woke up.

Xia Wuzhao glanced at her: "What is it?"

Aoi smiled nonchalantly: "It's Sunday today, and I don't have any friends. So I can only come here today."

"Hmm?" Xia Wuzhao glanced at her. "So, Kirishima Chiho isn't considered your friend either?"

"Her?" The girl gave Xia Wuzhao a strange look. "Do you think Kirishima has any time to rest on Sundays?"

Xia Wuzhao looked at the girl, then made way for her to come in.

He then went to wash up.

The girl sat by the window, where the sunlight shone warmly on her.

She looked around at her surroundings; everything here seemed very old-fashioned.

It's an environment that looks like it belongs to an elderly person, not a young person.

It's too tidy.

However, these two sofas seem out of place here, and they are quite comfortable to sit on.

After Xia Wuzhao finished washing up, Asahi Aoi had already looked around the place.

"Is this the inheritance you received?"

"Don't you know?" Xia Wuzhao said casually, "This house belongs to my grandfather's friend. He wanted to live by the sea, so he traded this house for my grandfather's house."

"Is that so?" Aoi Asahi said thoughtfully.

"I feel surprisingly relaxed here. Even though I've never been to Second New Tokyo before."

She showed no shyness whatsoever, simply looking at Xia Wuzhao with her chestnut-brown eyes and saying, "Could you show me around?"

Xia Wuzhao looked at her and remained silent for a long time before saying, "You can go and see for yourself, but don't open the innermost room."

"Hoohoohoo."

Aoi smiled nonchalantly; "Bluebeard?"

Xia Wuzhai simply drank her water and ignored Asahi Aoi.

Seeing this, Aoi wandered around the area. There were many small rooms, the doors of which looked like they hadn't been opened in a long time.

She opened the door and looked inside, only to find rows of file shelves.