I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

—Even though, I couldn't shed a tear.

The group got into the car and returned to the house.

Chiho went to explain what had happened to her grandmother, while the others prepared to take a shower first.

—It's almost evening now, and everyone is very tired.

Xia Wuzhao sat in the courtyard, yawning.

Seeing that everyone else had left, Xia Wuzhao asked Xiao Ai, "Why doesn't Mizuki have a demon seed?"

Xiao Ai thought for a moment before saying, "Because Meiyue doesn't have any psychological trauma. She doesn't like her mother's remarriage and is afraid of her future life. So, she ran away from home. Isn't that normal? She made her own choice and didn't compromise."

"They made this shocking decision very calmly, and it's unknown how long they had been preparing for it."

"Her heart has not a single crack; monsters cannot exist in it."

"I see."

Xia Wuzhao understood.

—After the girls finished bathing, Xia Wuzhao also took a bath.

The dinner was quite lavish, specially prepared to reward the group.

Xia Wuzhao glanced at Qianchuan Yao before asking the old man again, "Have you found the girl yet?"

"Not yet." The old man smiled and shook his head. "We'll know tomorrow."

So the group finished their dinner in silence.

—It was another late night, and Xia Wuzhao came to the courtyard again.

Asakawa Yo sat by the courtyard, looking at the moon and saying softly, "For a girl, even a blended family can be fraught with danger."

"Don't say such disgusting things."

Chapter 397 The Reasons Why We Absolutely Cannot Fail

The news finally arrived the following morning.

—Mizuki has disappeared without a trace.

"That girl is a real liar. Others found her that night, but she pretended to comply and then took the opportunity to run away."

“They are always sincere, which makes people unconsciously lower their guard.”

The person who came to report to the elderly woman said with a troubled expression, "We have no way to imprison or restrain her."

The old man comforted them warmly, saying that he didn't blame them and exchanging pleasantries.

"How is Mizuki's mother? Is she still very sad?"

"Oh, this?" The man looked troubled, but finally told the truth: "How could I be so sad? After all, that girl named Mizuki is really troublesome. Mizuki's mother is getting married again, and it will be difficult to start a new life with this burden."

"Mizuki ran away from home on her own. Rather than being sad, Mizuki's mother was actually quite happy about it."

"Otherwise, her new boyfriend wouldn't have married her. A bad child is a disaster for a family."

After finishing his speech, the man chatted for a while longer before finally taking his leave.

The group of people also overheard the conversation between the man and the old man.

It's just that his thoughts are hard to understand.

—However, Xia Wuzhao was the calmest.

He felt nothing about it, only that he had finally solved a troublesome problem.

Asakawa Yo sat a little further away, occasionally glancing at Natsume Kai.

As for Chiho, she was equally uninterested. However, sensing that Aoi's feelings were complicated, she found it somewhat amusing.

"What's wrong, Aoi?"

"nothing."

Aoi shook her head without explaining her reason.

"My own experience is similar to this girl's."

However, her mother was not like her own mother.

She had no interest in comparing her own mother to this Mizuki's mother, or in determining who was better or worse.

just,

"I don't want to go around talking about these things, as if I'm begging for people's pity."

Thinking this, he smiled at Chiho.

Chiho's expression changed, from her previous frivolous smile to a meaningful calm.

"We're going to the temple fair today."

She brought it up suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Aoi asked, puzzled.

"Shall we put on a yukata?" Chiho sat on the floor, leaning back slightly as she looked out through the wide-open sliding door.

The sky outside was very clear, and the sun was slowly turning in the sky.

"You'd look really good in a yukata today."

She made that suggestion.

"Let's forget about it." Aoi Asahi shook her head and said softly, "If Asakawa-san is the only one without a yukata, it will probably be very embarrassing."

"I see."

Chiho patted the floor, making a dull thud: "That's good then."

—Because Asakawa Yo would definitely refuse to wear a yukata, I decided not to wear one in order to avoid making her feel ostracized.

"Aoi, you're so gentle."

Chiho leaned on Asahi Aoi's shoulder and said those words with a smile.

What are you talking about?

A-Kui seemed embarrassed, glanced at Xia Wuzhao, and then looked away.

Chiho simply continued to smile meaningfully.

"I'm going to practice archery."

Aoi Asahi stood up and walked towards the dojo.

"It's been a long time since I've shot an arrow either." Chiho stretched and stood up.

Just before leaving, she gave Xia Wuzhao a mischievous smile.

Xiao Ai asked, puzzled, "Lady Xia Wu, what is she doing?"

"Who knows?" Xia Wuzhao said calmly.

Xiao Ai felt a little annoyed.

—But Xia Wuzhao has said this sentence thousands of times, and she has become so familiar with it that no one will criticize her.

Even Xiao Ai is not allowed.

She made a gurgling noise and complained, but Xia Wuzhao pretended not to hear her.

Asakawa Yo finally stood up and came to Natsugiri Kai's side.

She sat beside her, hugging her knees.

"Mizuki, you've left."

"What does this have to do with me?" Xia Wuzhao glanced at her. "Are you happy?"

"Yes, I'm very happy."

Asakawa Yo said in a low voice.

"Oh, so you really are a very gloomy person." Xia Wuzhao commented casually, "Being happy about a girl running away from home, aren't you afraid of setting a bad example for other children?"

Asakawa Yo did not answer; she simply buried her face in her knees.

Long, light green hair cascaded down like flower vines.

"Those two, you must have a deep connection with them, right?" Asakawa Yo asked softly.

"We're just friends."

He repeated himself again and again: "I don't know how many times I've said this before, I'm tired of it. So, this is the last time I'll answer your question like this."

He listlessly glanced at Asakawa Yo, who stood beside him like a statue, and then looked out the window.

"Why?" Asakawa Yo asked, completely oblivious to the romantic atmosphere. "You must have helped them a lot."

Xia Wuzhao wanted to scold her, so she looked at her again.

Asakawa Yo had already raised her head and was looking at Natsume Kiri.

"He is my kind."

The girl thought, "If you agree, they should become your lovers immediately."

"What do you know?"

With a hint of annoyance in her voice, Xia Wuzhao stood up.

The wind blew her clothes loudly: "Don't always talk to me like that, it's like you're lecturing me."

"I hate this kind of thing."

"So, what's the answer?" Asakawa Yo asked.

“Since you’re so eager to ask, let’s ask each other questions,” Xia Wuzhao said. “Why do you keep showing the scar on your right eye? If it were someone else, they would probably hate having it exposed.”

Do you have any special hobbies?

These words contained malice.

But Asakawa Yo simply combed her sideburns: "Don't you already know? I just don't want to be pitied."

She said softly, "I am Asakawa Yo, not a disabled person who is pitied. Or rather, a disfigured woman who is pitied."

"That's a very unusual idea," Xia Wuzhao said, surprised that she actually said it.

"Isn't telling me this now just a sign of weakness, begging for pity?"

He scoffed, "Don't you see the contradiction in that?"

Instead of answering Natsumi Kai's question, Asakawa Yo said, "Now it's your turn to answer mine."

"Tsk."

Xia Wuzhao looked at the rustling forest in the distance.

"I just don't want to lose."

Chapter 398 Thoughts and Feelings in Turmoil and Then Suddenly Drifting Down

—It's just that I don't want to lose.

Xia Wuzhao said this very calmly, as if she were saying a "lie".

—But this is by no means a lie.

Asakawa Yo arrived at this answer through some kind of instinct.

"At this moment, I somewhat understand Xia Wuzhao's words, but I cannot express them clearly."

"What exactly should my feelings be?"

"—I guess I'm happy."

She looked up at Xia Wuzhao standing beside her.

"I—I don't want to lose either."

As she said this, she couldn't help but stroke her hair: "I don't want to lose either."

However, after saying those words, Xia Wuzhao didn't respond with the same fervor or change she had expected.