I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

"It's probably sweet."

Chapter 216 How to Engrave Me in Your Heart

Xia Wuzhao said, "It's so sweet."

Aoi felt she should be very happy.

—That's how it should have been.

She looked at the bite mark, the raw milk overflowing from it sticking to her fingers.

She moved her fingertips slightly and felt some discomfort in them.

Something is stuck in my heart, like a second skin, or like some kind of glue.

The girl took a deep breath and looked at the shimmering river in the distance.

The black branches on both sides of the riverbank were reflected on the river surface, and then shattered into scale-like shapes.

"I was initially very happy."

The girl smoothed her hair and tucked her dark sideburns behind her ears.

"so what?"

Xia Wuzhao focused intently on eating her crepe.

"Because feeding each other crepes is something that only couples do."

The girl said, "Because we did something like couples do, I should be very happy. That's how things should be."

Her tone grew increasingly heavy, but Xia Wuzhao remained unmoved.

It was as if this had nothing to do with him.

But the girl looked at Xia Wuzhao instead: "You think so too, don't you?"

Why would I think that way?

Xia Wuzhao ate half of the crepe; the sweet, succulent edges were all gone, leaving only the pointed tip.

At first, Aoi struggled and doubted her ability to speak.

But even Aoi Asahi doesn't understand herself now, she said sadly and in a low voice.

"Because you're making it up to me, aren't you? You're making it up to me with this action."

Looking at Xia Wuzhao, he said, "I don't know if you remember what I said before, but I think you should remember. You should remember that I once said: I like you."

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have done something like this, this kind of compensation."

"Compensation?" Xia Wuzhao said, "Why would I do such a thing? Why should I compensate you?"

Aoi shook her head: "If I knew this kind of thing, I wouldn't have asked you."

She didn't give a direct answer, as if she was saving face for herself.

But he also firmly stated:

"But you are making amends."

"Because you never do this kind of thing, when you do it, you're just making up for something."

She spoke with great certainty.

Xia Wuzhao said, "I don't understand what you're saying at all."

"is it?"

Aoi Asahi, who had been holding her breath, suddenly relaxed. She had already guessed that Natsugiri Kai would say that.

She looked at Xia Wuzhao and said, "If you're just pitying me, you don't need to. I don't want pity. Because I am Asahi Aoi, I will work hard for everything I want."

"I don't want this kind of thing that feels like pity."

"So, I just feel like you've been saying things I don't understand," Xia Wuzhao said. "I don't understand anything about compensation or anything like that."

"Then just pretend I'm going crazy, but I want to tell you, Xia Wuzhao."

Asahi looked into the distance: "I'm not the kind of person who would feel happy or satisfied with such perfunctory compensation. Asahi isn't that kind of person."

Taking a deep breath, she said, "So, that's enough for today. I need to get to work."

Aoi stood up and walked away into the distance.

Xia Wuzhao didn't look at Asahi Aoi's back, but instead finished the last bit of her crepe.

The sweet cream became scarce towards the end, and especially without fruit, the crepes became too cloying.

It was even a little bitter, but thankfully it was very crisp.

Aoi walked to the station alone, but she almost couldn't hold back her tears.

"Damn it, why do I feel happy and joyful even like this?"

She rubbed her wet eyes: "I am absolutely incapable of feeling joy and happiness."

"I should be reprimanding, I should be dissatisfied."

She berated and despised her own wavering.

Sitting on a bench at the station, Asahima looked down at her drooping sideburns.

His fingers kept pinching.

"It's so lonely."

Kirishima Chiho sat on the stairs, watching the gurgling stream.

My heart is filled with loneliness.

She didn't know where her loneliness came from, even though everything in her family seemed fine.

Even though it was her mother who did those things, she has now broken free.

Therefore, I shouldn't feel empty and lonely.

Unable to understand, Chiho shook her head and took off her shoes and socks, placing them aside.

Standing in the water, my feet were stung by the icy cold water.

As you walk along, you'll see ripples on the water's surface, feel the small pebbles at the bottom of the pipes, and discover the slippery aquatic plants.

She picked up her shoes, along with the socks stuffed inside.

She walked forward, the only light coming from her cell phone in the dark pipe.

But the heart that was originally pounding gradually slowed down and became calmer.

When she reached the end, she finally turned off her phone.

Because of the light in front of her, she was quite familiar with the place.

The stairs, the platform, the lake, and the rooms in the ruins—these things were all clearly etched in her memory.

Everything in my memory has not faded in the slightest.

She remembered clearly that absolutely no one had ever been here before.

But then she saw a bouquet of flowers at the bottom of the steps.

"Chamomile, baby's breath, Australian wintersweet, and the Milky Way."

She read out the name of the flowers and bent down to pick them up.

The flowers have wilted because they haven't seen sunlight for so long. They're limp and soggy, like mushy pieces of paper.

Silently gazing at the bouquet of flowers, my calm heart suddenly began to flutter again.

"Who could be the reason? No one has ever been here before."

She murmured, but she didn't understand.

Silently gazing at the bouquet, she placed it below the steps, letting it soak in the water.

"This is definitely not a coincidence. There was a bunch of the same flowers in the club, and now there are some here too."

"Is it related to the people in the club? But why don't I have a single memory of it?"

She covered her head and gritted her teeth.

"It hurts, my head hurts so much."

Her bent body was like a powerful bow, constantly accumulating strength, but there was nowhere to release that strength.

After sobbing for a while, she finally straightened up, overwhelmed by the pain.

I was drenched in cold sweat, even though I was standing in water and it was freezing cold.

But her whole body looked as if she were covered in lava.

After taking several deep breaths, she finally stepped onto the stairs.

Footprints were left on the slippery steps.

Standing on the platform, walk towards the edge.

In the center of the tranquil lake, ruins collapsed at the bottom, while the lake surface was brightly illuminated by sunlight filtering through the cracks in the water from all directions.

And in the center of that lake, there is still a bouquet of flowers.

The girl didn't need to look to know that the bouquet was exactly the same as the one she had just seen, as well as the ones she had seen before.

It's still those four kinds of flowers.

Perhaps because it had been exposed to sunlight and soaked in water, the bouquet still looked somewhat delicate, as if it had just been bought.

"So, who sent it?"

The girl murmured a sentence, and then pain surged in her mind again.

Even my heart ached, causing me immense pain.

"It's like a huge hole has been dug into my life."

She leaned against a nearby pillar, panting, "Could it be that just because I was wondering about that bouquet of flowers, it triggered this headache?"

"As expected, there's a problem."

Is Aoi Asahi hiding something?

The girl thought to herself that she had felt Asahi Aoi was a bit strange before. It seemed like she was hiding something, and it seemed like she liked to frequently interrupt her conversation with Natsugiri Kai.

"Xia Wuzhao seems to be the same as before, there's nothing strange about her."

"So, it was Aoi? Did she know what happened to me and deliberately cover it up?"

The girl was convinced of this idea; she felt that Asahi was the most likely suspect.

She wanted to keep thinking, but her head was throbbing with pain. Her brain was boiling, and her entire cavity felt like it was collapsing.

She didn't want to dwell on this anymore, so she could only walk step by step toward her room.

I climbed the crooked stairs and pushed open the dilapidated door.

She saw everything inside herself, walked in, and casually touched the armrest of the chair: "Sure enough, it's still the same."

Just as before, she was now lying on the dilapidated bed, looking at the moss and broken cracks on the ceiling.

Her initial anxiety gradually subsided, and she even felt a little sleepy.

However, just as she was about to close her eyes...

"I feel like something's not right."

She looked around carefully and found that everything was exactly the same as before, just as she had seen it earlier.

There is no difference.

However, this disharmony was like a nail stuck in her heart.

She looked around, but couldn't find anything.

"Forget it, I'll just go to sleep."

The girl finally gave up. She lay on the bed and turned over.

She lay on her pillow, looking at the things growing under the bed.