I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

Because Kirishima is such a hardworking person, he wouldn't waste even the slightest bit of time.

The piano didn't play at noon a few days ago, which made everyone feel strange.

The sound of the piano, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas, lasted all afternoon before being dispersed into the air by the wind.

When it was time for afternoon classes, Kirishima Chiho finally entered the classroom.

Yoshiko Kirishima had already left in her car.

Chiho's eyes were clearly red from tears.

However, everyone mistook it for some kind of eyeshadow and exclaimed, "Squad Leader Kirishima, are you wearing makeup? You look so beautiful!"

They all praised it enthusiastically, deliberately making loud exclamations of surprise.

As she spoke, her lips turned a deep red, as if smeared with blood, and the blush at the corners of her eyes added a touch of allure to her angelic face and gentle demeanor.

Everyone was asking Kirishima Chiho what shade of lipstick she wore.

Kirishima Chiho could only manage a forced smile as she dealt with the girls.

The girls finally dispersed when classes started in the afternoon, all of them regretting that they hadn't gotten the lipstick shade from the teacher.

Kirishima Chiho glanced back at Natsugiri Kai, her crimson eyes filled with no resentment, only a hint of grievance.

She stared intently at Xia Wuzhao, as if yearning for something.

She seemed to want to tell Xia Wuzhao that she didn't hate him.

But what Xia Wuzhao wanted was for Kirishima Chiho to hate her, and that's exactly what she wanted her to do.

But Chiho did not do that.

The more this happened, the colder Xia Wuzhao became. He merely returned a detached glance and then stopped looking at Qian Sui.

Chiho bit her lip, turned her head away, and didn't look at Natsumi again.

"Natsugiri is disappointed in me, isn't she? I knew I made a mistake today."

"But what can I do? She is, after all, my mother."

She just stared at the blackboard, as if she were listening attentively to the lesson.

But what I was really thinking was...

"I shouldn't have been so flustered or rushed. It was just a kiss with Natsumi Kai in front of my mother."

"Isn't this what I've always wanted? To be forced into depravity, especially in front of my own mother."

"But why am I so flustered? Why do I feel so anxious and guilty?"

She was thinking and pondering.

For the entire class period, she kept asking herself these questions.

"I understand, it's because things aren't as I thought."

"That alone is not considered depravity. Only what others perceive as depravity is considered depravity."

"What I want is to be seen as depraved by others; only in this way can I fulfill my desires."

"When my mother saw me, she must have been angry, disappointed, and furious."

"But she did not despair. She just kept pleading with herself and kept shedding tears."

"At that moment, she seemed more like a slave than her mother."

"But who is whose slave?"

A mocking smile crept onto her lips, a smile directed not at anyone in particular.

He was just mocking himself.

Xia Wuzhao saw that smile, a smile as dazzling as the sunlight outside that almost set the trees ablaze.

It just feels like being pricked by needles when it touches your body.

"Chiho is a smart girl. She gives gentleness to outsiders, but her ruthlessness bites back at herself."

"She's too kind to others, but too harsh on herself."

Xia Wuzhao thought to herself.

"She tries her best to take care of other people's feelings, but forgets about herself."

"Or, she did it on purpose."

"Intentionally torturing myself, using physical exhaustion and psychological pain to repay the emotional debt to my mother."

"She knew perfectly well that doing so wouldn't reduce the debt at all; on the contrary, it would make the debt even bigger."

"She looked forward to her breakdown, to the day when she could no longer bear it, like a machine running at high speed, only the day she broke down would be the day everything ended."

"But she was too clear-headed and too aware. This made her like a very robust machine, continuing to operate even while enduring such pain."

"She anticipates, awaits her own breakdown."

"Waiting for the day I am destroyed."

Chapter 134 I held an iron chain in my hand and wore an iron ring around my neck.

Aoi Asahi dismissed the other students' questions about Chiho Kirishima.

Where's the eyeshadow? It's clearly red and swollen from crying.

Where's the lipstick? It's clearly smeared with blood!

It's hilarious that these people actually mistook it for eyeshadow and lipstick.

When the first period ended, Aoi Asahi finally pulled Chiho Kirishima outside.

Because Kirishima Chiho cried, because there was blood on the corner of Kirishima Chiho's mouth.

Because I am her friend.

Aoi felt she needed to ask what had happened.

But Kirishima Chiho simply said gently, "It's nothing, Asahi-kun."

Aoi Asahi frowned and said softly, "Are you calling me Asahi-kun again now? Ever since we became friends, you've always called me Asahi. It seems you really have encountered some trouble."

Chiho was silent for a moment, then turned her head away and said, "It's okay, Asahi. Nothing happened."

"Since you're unwilling to tell me, then forget it."

Asahi Aoi said this, but looking at Chiho...

She felt a deep empathy, and she recalled the events of the seaside town.

"I clearly want to extract some experiences from my own memories and tell Chiho about them. But when I try to recall them, I can't do that."

"Because even if I search through my memories, I still don't know exactly what I did back then, or where my initial courage came from."

As Aoi turned to leave.

Kirishima Chiho watched Asahi Aoi's retreating figure and whispered, "Asahi, let's not be friends anymore."

Aoi Asahi didn't look at Chiho Kirishima. She simply said indifferently, "I didn't hear what you just said. Tell me again tomorrow."

Chiho watched Asahi Aoi's retreating figure and sighed.

Leaning against the railing in the corridor, she looked out at the courtyard in the afternoon.

The brilliant light illuminated all shadows, leaving no room for concealment, and the green leaves swayed in the light.

"Those trees look really haggard."

She muttered to herself, feeling that the trees were about to be scorched to death by the sun.

Standing by the railing, the girl did not look into the classroom.

She knew what Asahi Aoi was going to do; she was probably going to ask Natsugiri Kai about herself.

"Perhaps I should have tried to stop it, but what reason do I have to do so?"

"Besides, Xia Wuzhao might not have told her that."

Thinking this, she leaned on the railing.

The cold railing pressed against my cheek, the warmth flowing from my body onto the iron.

She didn't know why she was there, but she just didn't want to go inside.

"Perhaps, even I am expecting something."

Thinking this, Kirishima Chiho couldn't help but laugh again.

In the classroom.

Asahi quickly found Natsugiri Kai and slammed her hand on Natsugiri Kai's table, her long black hair falling from behind to the front.

Looking at Xia Wuzhao with her chestnut-brown eyes, she said, "Do you know what happened to Qianhui? What happened at noon? Wasn't she with you? Why was she playing the piano again?"

She lowered her voice, but her tone was light and quick.

Xia Wuzhao said somewhat casually, "What does this have to do with you? Asahi Aoi, you're just friends, and I was the one who asked you to be friends."

In other words, you and she are just strangers.

Aoi Asahi said, "So what if they're strangers? I just really hate this kind of thing. Seeing things like this makes me sad. Seeing these things makes me feel angry."

"Therefore, I also want to help Kirishima Chiho."

Xia Wuzhao looked at Asahi Aoi, paused for a moment, and said, "So, you're just indulging in self-satisfaction?"

Aoi Asahi did not explain or try to justify herself.

She simply said, "I guess that's just me being self-satisfied."

But as soon as she said it, she felt a little dazed.

I wish someone had said the same thing to me.

It took her a long time to come to her senses.

"So, you can tell me now."

"Chiho Kirishima might not thank you," Natsugiri Kai said. "Even so, will you continue?"

"So, can you tell me now?" Aoi asked, frowning.

Xia Wuzhao said, "Nothing much, just the usual mother-daughter thing. Chiho was once again defeated by her mother's tears and sobs."

"Again."

He emphasized this point.

As Aoi listened, she thought of her mother.

She frowned, somewhat resentful towards Kirishima Chiho.

Must we always be subdued by tears and sobs?

She asked Xia Wuzhao this question, but Xia Wuzhao said, "Chiho is a good girl, of course she knows what's going on. But, she chose to do it herself."

Asahi listened, and asked, "Don't you plan to do anything? You're her lover."

"So what if we're lovers?" Xia Wuzhao retorted.

“Being lovers means supporting each other through life,” Aoi Asahi said. “Because we want to be together, our worlds merge together.”

"So they showed each other their lives and looked together at the future."

"Don't you think it's a bit presumptuous?" Xia Wuzhao asked slowly. "Sometimes, so-called love just makes other people feel so heavy that it's suffocating."

"It's like thinking you're doing things for the other person's own good, but that's just self-centered arrogance."

Xia Wuzhao said, "It's like a boy's fantasy, thinking that if he helps a girl, he can become her boyfriend. That's just wishful thinking."

“I know.” Asahi Aoi looked at Natsugiri Kai and said, “You may be right, but Chiho may be waiting for your actions, waiting for you to become a ray of light.”

"If you are unwilling to do it, perhaps you have some unspeakable reasons."

Even if it's self-righteousness, even if it's self-centered arrogance, I will use my eyes and my intellect to judge what to do.

Asahi said, "I will help my friend, Natsugiri Kai."

Xia Wuzhao looked out the window; the light outside was too dazzling.