I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

Just as she was lost in thought, the girl suddenly froze.

Why am I sleeping on the edge of the bed?

As if she had noticed something amiss, she looked around.

Look at where you are on the bed now.

—Right by the bedside.

"This is definitely not my habit. After all, I'm all alone now, so why would I deliberately sleep on the edge of the bed?"

The girl turned around again and looked at the empty bed.

"Indeed, it would be better if someone else lay down here to sleep."

She murmured.

"So, has someone disappeared from my world?"

"Is it that I don't remember, or that I have amnesia?"

Kirishima Chiho recalled her conversation with Asahi Aoi under the tree in the rain.

“A-Kui, she really knew what was going on.”

Chapter 217 Only the Burnt Ashes Existing in the Body

Xia Wuzhao did not leave the riverbank until evening.

He didn't take the tram home; instead, he walked.

"Lord Natsugiri, Aoi Asahi left in anger earlier."

"I know about this."

"So, Lord Xiawu, aren't you going to pursue her?"

"It's already around 8 PM, she's probably already back at school. Do you really want me to go to the school to look for her?"

"That's not what I meant. I just think it would be better if you went after Aoi Asahi when she left, Lady Natsugiri."

"You should have reminded me back then."

"If I had reminded Lady Natsugiri back then, would you have chased after her?"

"will not."

Xia Wuzhao answered Xiao Ai crisply and decisively.

This left Xiao Ai stunned for a moment, unsure of what to say.

In the end, all he could do was complain, "Lord Xiawu, do I really need to remind you in advance?"

Xia Wuzhao ignored Xiao Ai's words and continued walking in the night. Even in the mountainous area, the night was not like in a mountain village, where everything was closed early and no light could be seen.

Here, all kinds of shops are still lit up with colorful neon lights, attracting customers' attention.

"What should we do now, Lady Natsugiri?"

Xiao Ai asked herself, "Kirishima Chiho is still in the mountain ruins. Do you want to go to the mountain ruins?"

Why should I go? Is it to pique her curiosity and make her reluctant to part with me?

Xia Wuzhao asked in return.

"Isn't that what all boys think? Lady Natsugiri."

“But you should know that I don’t think that way,” Xia Wuzhao said. “I do hope that they can each have their own wonderful lives.”

"Of course I know that, so I was just asking casually." Xiao Ai said, sounding a little aggrieved.

She was just saying it casually.

The trees at night are not as dark as they are during the day; the neon lights reflect off the dark branches, making them appear colorful.

Don't you think it's beautiful?

Following Xia Wuzhao's gaze, Xiao Ai noticed that the trees illuminated by the neon lights were indeed very beautiful.

"Yes, it is very beautiful. The undulating and cracked bark breaks the neon lights into spots of light, making them shimmer like the surface of a lake."

As Natsugiri Kai was walking aimlessly forward, Ai said, "Yesterday, Tokisaka Chiharu's position remained in one place for a long time, and it wasn't until the next day that it finally moved. Perhaps that place is where Tokisaka Chiharu works. Shall we go and take a look, Natsugiri-sama?"

"it is good."

Xia Wuzhao looked up at the starry sky and said, "Then let's go there. Although she may not have any worries right now and may be just like an ordinary person, at least we can gather some information to prepare for the future."

He agreed to Xiao Ai's suggestion.

“She works in a convenience store,” Xiao Ai said. “You have to take the tram to get there.”

"Then let's take the tram."

Chiharu Tokisaka rushed to the platform, wiping her mouth with a piece of paper in her hand.

As she watched the tram rumble by, she threw the used paper into the nearby trash can and then sprayed some freshening spray into her mouth.

She only finished the bento box and oden she brought back yesterday today. Since she doesn't have a microwave, she could only put them in a pot, place them in a bowl, and soak them in water to heat them up simply.

It tasted a bit strange, and was even a little soggy, and not thoroughly heated.

The outer skin was so soft and rotten that it was strange, even repulsive. But the inside was cold and as hard as stone.

After she finished eating it all, she simply rinsed her mouth, brushed her teeth, and went to sleep.

I only woke up now.

She slept longer today, unlike yesterday when she only slept for a little over an hour and then woke up with an almost unbearable headache.

After washing up, she breathed on her palms again.

After taking a gentle sniff, she only smelled a fresh toothpaste scent.

But the girl still felt there was something fishy about it.

Holding a common mint-flavored breath spray, I sprayed it into my mouth, and felt a slight cooling sensation on the inside of my mouth.

She breathed on her palms and then carefully sniffed them.

"I didn't smell any other scents, only the scent of mint."

Satisfied, the girl put the spray into her pocket and continued standing, waiting for the tram to arrive.

She didn't want to be complained about and lose her job because of this issue.

There are few people on the tram at night, but you can see a lot of corporate slaves.

Most of them were sitting in armchairs, holding their briefcases.

Their faces were all uniformly numb, as if their emotions had been burned away, their egos had been evaporated, and now only ashes were driving their bodies.

Even though they were wearing sharp, expensive suits and shiny leather shoes.

But they were all drowsy, their postures slumped over. Some leaned against the railing, while others could only lower their heads and droop their necks.

Even knowing that this posture would cause severe neck pain, these overworked office workers no longer care.

They'd rather enjoy their sleep now and regret it when they wake up.

"Perhaps the burdens of society have left them unable to look to the future. The youthful spirit in their hearts has long been worn away."

"I can only live like a walking corpse."

Chiharu Tokisaka turned her head and looked out the window.

At this moment, the tram had reached its highest point, offering a view of the distant plains.

It shone like stars.

"I'm so envious."

The girl thought to herself.

"However, that's also the source of why these men in suits are so exhausted."

"However, I have no reason to laugh at them."

"I might not even be as good as them in the future."

"At least they still have a job."

Thinking this way, the girl felt a little bitter.

"If I had studied and worked harder, I probably wouldn't be in this situation."

"I hope I won't end up exploiting myself like that."

I kept thinking like this.

"If only the future were bright."

The mere thought of it made her unconsciously fantasize about that wonderful future.

But then, the cold, robotic voice broadcast shattered her illusions.

Chiharu Tokisaka stood up and walked towards the door.

She gripped the handrail and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's a bit chilly tonight."

She pulled her coat tighter around herself and looked outside.

Gravity bound the powerless tram, causing it to gradually slow down, as if it had sunk into a viscous swamp.

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With a hissing sound, the car door was opened.

The wind outside was even a bit warm, truly like a wind blowing from a swamp.

Chiharu Tokisaka, holding the handrail, hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside to let the others go first.

No one paid any attention to her even though she was being given way.

He simply got out of the car silently and walked into the darkness in all directions.

She finally got off the bus at the very end.

Warm air from all directions, and the wind brought by the tram restarting.

It made her feel as if she were trapped in a swamp.

"call."

She let out a breath, glanced at the lights in the distance, and walked towards her workplace.

She arrived half an hour early because she was afraid of being late.

When I entered the convenience store, Yamada was dozing off, seemingly doing nothing.

"Ms. Yamada, I've arrived."

The girl greeted him, and Yamada stretched and asked curiously, "Is it time yet?"

"Not yet." Chiharu Tokisaka glanced at her phone; "Ten more minutes."

Yamada yawned and said, "Then go change your clothes first, and then you can clock in."

Chiharu Tokisaka didn't make a fuss; she simply went to the changing room to change. Today she was dressed simply, wearing a jacket over her school uniform.

While the sales staff uniforms weren't particularly attractive, they were convenient and loose-fitting.

It took her ten minutes to change before she could clock in.

Yamada also stood in front of the time clock, timing his check-in precisely.

After the two handed over their shifts, Yamada left.

"I feel pretty good today. I took a nap after school, so I shouldn't be too sleepy."

The young girl stood in front of the counter, guarding this 24-hour convenience store.

"If guests come today, I'm sure I can handle them very calmly and beautifully."

However, no one came for a very long time.

The girl wondered if today was some kind of holiday. There had been at least one or two customers yesterday.