I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

They were arranged one by one, as if they were something precious.

He kept adjusting the angle of the book in his backpack, like someone with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.

As the students gradually left, Xia Wuzhao finally finished packing her things.

He carried his schoolbag and walked towards the door, his footsteps sounding slightly heavy and noticeable.

Perhaps it's because the indoor shoes the school bought were too rough; they were completely useless.

Stepping on the floor makes a creaking sound, causing people to frown.

The girl clenched her fingers as she slowly stuffed various books into her schoolbag.

But Xia Wuzhao walked straight to the door, and after just one turn, her figure disappeared from sight.

Aoi loosened her fingers and stood there, stunned.

"Asahi-kun, remember to close the classroom door when you leave later."

The last few girls to leave said to Aoi Asahi, "Please."

"Okay, you guys go ahead. Leave this to me."

Aoi nodded; she did not refuse.

She simply stuffed all her books into her bag, not caring at all even though some of the pages were folded.

After quickly stuffing his bag full, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out the door.

Xia Wuzhao has disappeared; his figure can no longer be seen.

Asahi glanced at the sky; at three or four o'clock, the sky was filled with dense, dark clouds.

It looks like it's about to rain.

"He must have brought an umbrella."

"So I'll just go to the library; I still have to work today."

Aoi said this to herself and walked towards the library.

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The smile on Kirishima Chiho's face vanished completely after she left the school.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, she asked the driver in front, "What happened in July?"

The driver was confused, not understanding why the young lady would say that.

He thought about it carefully: "Nothing serious has happened, Miss."

Kirishima Chiho said calmly, "Is that so?"

The driver didn't understand what Kirishima Chiho meant. He said, "Shall I take you home now, miss?"

"If I didn't go home, have I been to any other places?"

Kirishima Chiho looked outside.

The driver said, "Miss, you should let me find a flower shop and a cooking class instead."

Kirishima Chiho suddenly perked up, a smile appearing on her face: "Is that so?"

"I remember going to the cooking class, but I've completely forgotten about going to the florist. Do you remember where that florist is?"

"That flower shop has closed down, miss," the driver said. "You went there with that boy named Xiawu and that girl named Chaori Kui."

"Oh?"

Kirishima Chiho was now completely laughing: "Really? I didn't know about that. Do you know any details about that flower shop?"

The driver was getting more and more confused. He said, "You once said that the florist was a second-year student at your school."

"I see, I see. I understand everything now."

Kirishima Chiho was overjoyed, and she pursed her lips slightly.

"I have absolutely no memory of that. Perhaps I can find out who the florist was from Natsugiri and Asahi, and then find the person who gave me the flowers."

"He exists in the department office and in the ruins of the mountains. This person must be a very important person to me."

"After all, the ruins in the mountains have a different meaning to me. I would never let ordinary people in, but since they have, it means that their significance is extraordinary."

"Who exactly is that person? What is the reason that Aoi deliberately concealed it? Is it related to this person? I can't be sure. Aoi probably doesn't know about the existence of the ruins in the mountains. She must have concealed my amnesia because of what happened at the festival."

"So, the timeline of amnesia might be from when someone entered my mountain ruins to before the festival ended."

"Some memories have faded during this period."

The girl thought it over carefully, then said to the driver, "Then let's go back now. I'm starting to miss my dad."

"Okay, miss."

The driver then started the vehicle.

Kirishima Chiho looked outside, carefully recalling her memories.

The memory is so vivid that there is nothing suspicious about it.

The girl thought to herself as she looked at the scenery outside the window.

Drip, drip, drip, it turns out it's started to drizzle.

Raindrops hit the glass, blurring it as if a filter had been applied.

But the girl just watched silently.

By the time I got home, the rain had gotten even heavier.

Just walking down the slope will get you soaked.

The driver hurriedly prepared to hold an umbrella for the young lady, but Kirishima Chiho refused.

"Let's drive the car into the garage first."

As she spoke, the girl pulled a black umbrella from the car, opened it, and then got out.

The umbrella was being pelted by raindrops, and Kirishima Chiho saw Kirishima Toshio under the eaves.

I stepped directly onto the stepping stones next to me, and then walked up onto the veranda wearing my shoes.

The girl closed the black umbrella and walked up to her father.

"Dad, is Mom's injury healed yet?"

Kirishima Chiho looked outside, holding an umbrella. Water droplets dripped continuously from the tip of the black umbrella and quickly fell onto the wooden board.

If it is not cleaned up quickly, it will likely rot in the future.

"They're back."

With a complicated expression, Toshio Kirishima said, "The injury has healed."

"Oh, is that so?"

Chiho Kirishima smiled and asked, "Dad, shall we go celebrate for Mom today?"

"If you are willing to forgive what your mother has done, then it is more meaningful than any celebration."

Toshio Kirishima didn't look at his daughter; he just stared at the rain chains hanging from the eaves.

Each one is shaped like a bell, and rainwater from the eaves flows continuously along the bronze-colored rain chains, falling into the rainwater tank in the corner.

"Dad, you're being too distant."

Kirishima Chiho squinted: "We're family, you know. Talking about forgiveness is too formal."

Upon hearing this, Toshio Kirishima let out a soft sigh.

"So, you're not going to forgive?"

After a moment of silence, he said, "Chiho, she is still your mother. What she did may have been bad, but her intentions were probably good. She just meant well but ended up doing something wrong, Chiho."

"Should be—yes."

The girl couldn't help but smile. She said, "Dad, did you know that I saw Grandma during summer vacation?"

“I know.” Toshio Kirishima frowned.

"As a descendant of a samurai family, one should at least know how to use a naginata. Father, can you use a naginata now?"

Chiho Kirishima looked at Toshio Kirishima and asked him naturally.

"Probably not."

Toshio Kirishima's expression was rather unpleasant.

"Grandma said you never learned any naginata from her, Dad." Kirishima Chiho stopped looking at her father and said, "But Grandma never forced you, Dad."

"I think Grandma is a good mother, what do you think, Dad?"

Toshio Kirishima said, "Yes, she was a good mother."

"I'm so envious, Dad, you have such a wonderful mother."

Kirishima Chiho spoke leisurely.

Her father, Toshio Kirishima, sighed helplessly.

Looking at his daughter, Toshio Kirishima didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

Finally, he smiled and looked at Chiho in front of him: "Seeing you is like seeing myself when I was a child."

"Isn't it when you're growing up?" Kirishima Chiho looked at her father.

"Yes, you've grown up." Toshio Kirishima looked at Chiho Kirishima and said with satisfaction, "You've really grown up, Chiho."

Chiho didn't speak, but simply twirled the black umbrella in her hand.

“In the past, I was always worried about your future. But now, I think maybe you really are capable of inheriting the Kirishima family.”

Toshio Kirishima remarked with emotion.

"Dad, didn't you come here to speak up for Mom?" Kirishima Chiho looked at her father.

"Yes, that's right."

Toshio Kirishima said, "But now, that's enough."

"Although I didn't see you reconcile, I'm already content to see my daughter grow up."

He said, "That's enough."

"For today's celebration, I'll be taking your mother to a fancy restaurant. Do you want to come?"

Toshio Kirishima looked at his daughter.

"I do not want to go."

The girl shook her head.

"The ability to feign politeness to anyone is an essential quality of an adult," said Toshio Kirishima.

"Being able to act according to one's own heart without being influenced by anyone, and without having to wrong oneself, is something only adults can do, Dad."

Kirishima Chiho answered casually, adding, "If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

Chapter 225 Love is like two sides of the tide

Kirishima Chiho returned to her room and turned on her phone.

"Should we ask on our phones, or go ask tomorrow?"

She pondered.

"I should have a friend named Asahi."

Chiho Kirishima had brought her phone, but after carefully searching through it, she discovered something unusual.

"What about the Literature Club's group chat? As far as I remember, I created a group chat with Natsugiri Kai and Asahi Aoi."

The girl checked carefully, but her phone only had Asahi Aoi as a friend.

Her LINE account was empty, except for Asahi Aoi's friends.

"There should also be Xia Wuzhao and the group chat."

But now I have nothing, only one friend.