I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

Xia Wuzhao's phone rang a few times, and Asahi Aoi sent him a message with some concern. He simply replied with a few words, saying that he would be back soon.

Aoi was finally relieved and sent a cute smiley face.

The tram stopped at the station near their home, and the two got off and strolled around slowly.

They walked one after the other, like complete strangers.

Although, the relationship between her and him wasn't very good.

In the twilight, Xia Wuzhao's shadow fell obliquely to the ground, blurred and indistinct.

It's like mist that's constantly dissipating.

Asakawa Yo walked step by step on Xia Wuzhao's shadow with her head down. Perhaps because Xia Wuzhao was walking a little faster, she stumbled a bit.

Every step was taken with great difficulty.

Stepping on Xia Wuzhao's shadow, Qianchuan Yao was thinking about what had just happened.

"Perhaps I should do something?"

"But it seems like I don't have much of a relationship with him, do I?"

This thought made Asakawa Yo frown and feel somewhat worried.

The road home wasn't wide, and there were relatively few pedestrians. Occasionally, I would pass by the utility poles standing nearby and see all sorts of advertisements.

—Most of them are medical advertisements.

Asakawa Yo looked at Xia Wuzhao's shadow on the ground.

—It has been cut into something as fine as tofu by the dense and messy wires.

A gust of wind blew from the other end of the street, causing Asakawa Yo to squint and brush the strands of hair from her forehead.

He touched the scar on his right eye with his finger.

"If you want to ask, just ask. This back and forth only makes our relationship seem strange."

"Anyway, we're not friends, so it doesn't really matter if I offend him."

She pinched the ends of her hair with her fingers and rubbed them again and again.

Finally, she stopped.

—That thing, broken into pieces and dissipating like mist, is gradually fading into the distance.

"Hello--!"

Asakawa Yo called out to Natsugiri Kai's retreating figure.

Even the girl herself didn't know why her voice was a little hoarse.

"It's like it's trembling, it's awful."

"If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have done it."

But Xia Wuzhao had already turned her head away.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Xia Wuzhao stood at a distance, turning his head to look at Qianchuan Yao, who was standing still.

Asakawa Yo was bathed in a light golden glow by the setting sun.

“I said—if you need help, I might be able to help.”

"Of course, you'll have to help me out in the future too."

If it were the old Xia Wukai, she would probably have said something sharp, making Asakawa Yao regret asking such a question and resolve never to say those things to Xia Wukai again.

"I don't need any help."

Xia Wuzhao simply rejected Qianchuan Yao in such a calm and indifferent tone.

Asakawa Yo was even surprised by Natsugiri Kai's tone.

She had no idea what to say.

But Xia Wuzhao had already turned her head and continued walking towards her home.

Finally, Asakawa Yo came to her senses and sighed.

"How stupid"

He took a step forward, following Xia Wuzhao.

However, his steps quickened, and he eventually walked up to Xia Wuzhao's side.

She had her hands behind her back, and her light green hair swayed with the hem of her skirt, shimmering in the sunset.

"The weather is so nice today."

That's what she said.

"Ah."

Chapter 410 The Brilliant Yet Gentle Moon That Night

After returning home, Asakawa Yo lay exhausted on the bed.

Long strands of hair flowed down the sofa, and his gloomy eyes held a hint of weariness.

At this time, her mother had not yet returned, which gave Asakawa Yo a moment to space out.

In the past, Asakawa Yo would just space out or think about something randomly.

—Because she doesn’t have any friends, nor does she crave any friends.

You don't have to worry about other things, or think about what you did wrong today, or what bad future it might cause.

Even so, this was already a sufficient reward for Asakawa Yo.

Strangely enough, she couldn't help feeling troubled today.

"What a disgrace."

"I feel so ashamed whenever I think about what I said before."

Lying on the sofa, Asakawa Yo let out a long sigh, her fingers and toes clenched tightly.

"How could I have said such a thing?"

"And, I was rejected."

The thought of this made her feel increasingly embarrassed and ashamed.

"From now on, I should talk to Xia Wuzhao less."

Muttering to herself, Asakawa Yo thought this idea was pretty good.

"However, that would make me seem like I care about him too much."

He frowned and said, "But there's really no other good way, is there?"

"Even if I feel that he might be like me, or perhaps the same kind of person, since Xia Wuzhao has decisively rejected me, then I might as well keep trying."

"That would seem too cheap."

Asakawa Yo pondered this, she made up her mind again.

Soon after, Asakawa Yo's mother returned.

She looked very tired, kicked off her shoes, and put her bag aside.

She casually tied her hair up and rolled up her sleeves.

"Yao-chan? What would you like to eat tonight?"

"Anything is fine," Asakawa Yo said lazily.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Asakawa's mother looked at her daughter curiously: "Didn't you say you were going out this morning? Are you unhappy?"

"I wouldn't say I'm unhappy, but I'm not exactly happy either."

Asakawa Yo gave an ambiguous answer, which surprised Asakawa's mother.

She immediately burst into laughter.

"I can't interfere in your young people's affairs." She clapped her hands. "I'll make some tempura tonight, school starts tomorrow."

After saying this, she went into the kitchen and started working.

Asakawa Yo frowned.

"Did Mom misunderstand something?"

But she was too lazy to explain, so this was fine.

At this moment, the setting sun had completely disappeared. Bright moonlight streamed through the window and gently fell upon Asakawa Yo.

Asakawa Yo lay on the sofa, touching the scar on her eye, lost in thought.

Next door, Natsugiri Kai and Asahi Aoi sat on the terrace, leisurely watching the moonlight in the sky.

"The moon is so beautiful tonight."

Aoi sighed, took another photo, and sent it to Chiho.

Xia Wuzhao glanced at her: "As long as Qianhui comes out, she will be able to see the moon. Why send it to her again?"

But Aoi Asahi said, "Chiho is very busy, so she might not have noticed."

She smiled, sent the photo to Chiho, and then asked about what happened during the day: "Did something happen during the day? You came back a little late today."

Asahi Aoi seemed completely unconcerned, as if she were just asking casually.

But Xiao Ai was already sounding alarm bells in Xia Wuzhao's mind; heaven knows how Xiao Ai managed to do it.

Xia Wukai said frankly, "I ran into Chiho and Tokisaka-senpai. Tokisaka-senpai seemed to have something to do and wanted to go to the clubroom. She stayed there for a while."

He said with a tone of annoyance, "But even when Tokisaka-senpai went into the clubroom, he didn't do anything. He just looked around here and there."

"I see."

Aoi was momentarily speechless, but her heart was beating faster and faster.

"It's Chiho again, and it's Tokisaka-senpai again."

"Although I shouldn't be worried right now, I still feel a sense of unease."

"However, I should be the one worrying."

"It would be wrong of me to remain indifferent."

She kept thinking to herself, her thoughts turning over and over.

Jealousy arises from liking.

Because it's something we value, we worry about it.

She pinched her fingers and said, "But it's not really a troublesome thing. I feel fine with it. After all, it's only once."

"If this kind of thing happens too often, it will indeed be very troublesome."

He spoke these words as if nothing had happened, as if he were making excuses for Chiharu Tokisaka.

Xia Wuzhao simply said, "Go to sleep early, school starts tomorrow."

So the two of them went to sleep.

However, tonight no one can fall asleep easily.

Chiho leaned against the moon and took a picture as well.

However, no one sent it.

Asakawa Yo glanced at the moon outside the window, then shrank back into bed, pulling the blanket over her face.

Chiharu Tokisaka saw the moon, but did nothing about it.

She was still thinking, "I hope I can have a good dream tonight."

Meanwhile, Mizuki huddled on her small bed, fumbling for her phone, and sighing softly.

"What should we do next?"