I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

After kissing Chiho again, Natsuki pushed her away.

Chiho's gaze was somewhat hazy, as if she hadn't quite come to her senses yet.

The sudden separation made her feel a little sad.

The moment she grabbed the doll, bizarre and fantastical memories flooded Aoi's mind.

Are you angry right now?

Shall we make a bet? (Aoi Asahi)

[The stairwell at midday]

Fireworks Display on May 5th

[Show your fists to everything, Aoi Asahi]

The beach at night

The Promise of August

These memories were quickly awakened, and the chains in my mind seemed to be breaking one by one.

Tears streamed down her face; she was so sad, so in pain.

"It turns out that what I forgot was the person who had always been by my side and gave me courage."

"So, the reason I was crying was because I forgot my light."

Asahi Aoi clutched the doll tightly, the memories continuing to replay.

"Give me back my doll." Xia Wuzhao's voice roused Asahi Aoi from her reverie. He said, "This is the most important thing in my house."

Asahi Aoi raised her chin and looked at Natsugiri Kai in front of her.

She said softly, "You seem to know what I'm trying to say, Xia Wuzhao."

Natsugiri Kai shook her head and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, Asahi Aoi."

"So you really enjoy teasing people, Natsugiri Kai." Asahi Aoi read these words aloud.

She looked at Xia Wuzhao, trying to discern other emotions in her expression.

But Xia Wuzhao's gaze remained as indifferent as ever. He said, "Now, can you give the doll back to me?"

She almost burst into tears again, but then she remembered that Xia Wuzhao didn't like her crying.

So she smiled, but the smile looked like a crumpled, mushy sticker.

"Why is this happening? These are the words I said before I confessed my feelings."

She felt extremely depressed, to the point that she couldn't even lift her head.

Chiho finally came to her senses and looked at the sunflower in front of her.

She felt that Aoi's temperament had changed, and she even had a hint of youthful energy.

Instinctively, he took Xia Wuzhao's arm.

Asahi Aoi stared at Chiho's arm for a long time before looking at Natsugiri Kai.

She said, "Is this important to you?"

“Yes,” Xia Wuzhao said, “This is something my grandfather left me.”

"Really?" Aoi asked; "I didn't see this thing in your house back then."

Xia Wuzhao frowned, as if he wanted to explain something.

But then he said, "I can't quite remember what happened before. Because of Mr. Yokokawa Jun, you did stay at my house."

"But I can't remember the specific details."

He said this.

But Aoi's hand was gripping the doll tightly, as if she wanted to crush it flat.

"One last question. If you answer one last question for me, I will return this to you."

Aoi took a deep breath and spoke earnestly.

"Why should I answer you?" Xia Wuzhao asked instead.

"Because this thing is in my hands."

Aoi Asahi gestured to the doll in her hand.

Kirishima Chiho glanced at Asahi Aoi, then at Natsugiri Kai.

She smiled and said, "I feel like there's an unspoken tension between you two right now, making it hard for people to understand what you're saying."

"We were just talking about the past, my friend."

Asahi Aoi answered Kirishima Chiho.

"I don't know why, but there seemed to be a hint of coldness in her voice."

Kirishima Chiho frowned as she thought.

Asahi Aoi couldn't wait to talk to Natsugiri Kai: "What exactly happened that day, at the beach?"

Xia Wuzhao thought for a moment and said, "I only remember that when we were at the beach, the wind and waves were so strong at night that I was knocked unconscious by a wave as soon as we got there. When I woke up again, I took you to the steps of the breakwater."

"Then, it happened after you woke up."

As he said this, he urged Asahi Aoi to quickly give him her doll.

Asahi said somewhat sadly, "The weather was very calm that day; there weren't any big waves at all."

"really?"

Xia Wuzhao thought for a moment and said, "But in my memory, the wind and waves were that big that day. Otherwise, why would I have fainted?"

"Now I'm finally sure. He really has lost his memory too."

Seeing Natsugiri Kai's appearance, Asahi Aoi almost burst into tears.

However, she forced herself to hold back and handed the doll to Xia Wuzhao.

Xia Wuzhao took the doll and put it, along with the Teru Teru Bozu doll, into her pocket.

"I regained my memories through this doll. So how did he regain his memories? Does he have another doll in his house?"

Just thinking this made Aoi wish she could return to that seaside town immediately.

I want to thoroughly search every room in that area.

But there's simply no time right now.

"Perhaps there's a solution in medical books."

With that thought in mind, Aoi Asahi prepared to get up immediately and return to the library to find a way to resolve Natsumi Kai's amnesia.

Kirishima Chiho smiled as she watched this scene.

He grabbed Xia Wuzhao's arm and said, "There's still a long time left today."

She said this, wanting to absorb more of the summer mist's energy.

But what she said made Aoi freeze.

Her initial desire to leave vanished instantly.

She frowned as she looked at Kirishima Chiho: "Chiho, you should go home."

In an instant, the air was thick with tension within the Literature Department.

Kirishima Chiho looked at Asahi Aoi and couldn't help but smile; "No, I can't go back now."

"I'm not satisfied yet."

Her sweet, coquettish words only fueled Aoi's anger.

"How much more do you want to be satisfied?!"

"Natsumori and I have never been this close!"

She was almost bursting with anger, but she could only barely maintain her composure in front of Xia Wuzhao.

"This is a school. What you've done has gone too far."

She said this.

Kirishima Chiho looked at Asahi Aoi in front of her with a puzzled expression, not understanding when Asahi Aoi's anger had started.

But just as she was about to say something...

Aoi pointed to the clock and said, "It's time to get out of school now."

Kirishima Chiho glanced at the clock and realized it was indeed time.

"The time was too short."

Thinking this way, her longing for him grew even stronger than before.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something.

But there are things I can't say.

Aoi looked at Chiho and shook her head.

"Xia Wu hates girls like that the most."

Thinking this, she shut up.

Why should I provide her with a strategy guide?

Thinking this, Aoi Asahi simply looked at Chiho Kirishima in front of her.

As expected, Natsugiri Kai let go of Kirishima Chiho's hand and left, saying to her, "Let's go home."

Kirishima Chiho felt anxious and distressed.

But in the end, they had no choice but to accept it.

"Perhaps, this is for the best."

"I will be able to see him again tomorrow."

Thinking this, Chiho forced a smile at Natsugiri Kai.

Chapter 139 The thorns of reason shatter the flowers of emotion.

Kirishima Chiho's mother was waiting impatiently at the school gate.

She stood by the car door, pacing back and forth, clearly very impatient. The three of them could even see her shouting something.

But when the three of them reached the door, Kirishima Yoshiko suddenly smiled.

She limped over and stood in front of the three of them.

After giving Xia Wuzhao a sinister look, she smiled at Kirishima Chiho and said, "You're finally back. I thought something had happened to you. Let me check you over."

As she said this, she naturally squatted down in front of Chiho, looking at Chiho with extreme nervousness.

She routinely used this tactic to gain Chiho's sympathy, and it was always effective and useful.

She deliberately exposed her heels, which were red and raw from being rubbed by her shoes, with blood constantly flowing from them.

Yoshiko's gaze was somewhat pitiful; she once again wanted to use this tactic to subdue Chiho.

"How pitiful."

Chiho thought to herself.

Even though she knew her mother was faking it, she still couldn't ignore it.

Her fingers trembled as she reached out to help her mother up, just as she had done countless times before.

But as if she had been noticed by something, Kirishima Chiho stopped moving.

When Chiho realized it, it was a gaze.

"It was Xia Wu's gaze; he was looking at me."

Chiho felt a strange pang of sadness; she knew she had to make another choice.

Another difficult choice.