I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

My body was trembling.

“I wish I could slap you across the face and let you know what kind of despicable things your damned mother has done. But I won’t do it.”

“I won’t let you become a victim, Aoi. Your bitch mother is the perpetrator. You and your mother are the shameless and despicable ones. Do you want to turn me into someone like you, without a father?”

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Asahi Aoi!"

She growled.

Aoi clenched her hands, silently bowing her head.

Risa Yajima gave a cold laugh; she knew Aoi Asahi's weakness.

With her arms crossed, she looked disdainfully at Asahi Aoi, who was trembling with her head down: "I want to see if Natsugiri Kai will still be this intimate with you if she finds out what you've done!"

Aoi's body went limp and she collapsed heavily to the ground.

It was as if his spine had been emptied, yet he used all his strength to grip Risa Yajima's arm tightly.

Like pliers.

She looked up, her face streaked with hot tears: "Please, please don't do this."

"Please, please..."

Looking at Aoi Asahi's appearance, Risa Yajima said with disgust, "You really are just like your mother, a shameless person."

The sound of rain mixed with sobs as it fell.

Chapter 57 I Don't Want You to Be a Deer

"Please don't do this, please don't tell him."

She kept her head down, pleading incessantly.

Risa Yajima originally wanted to kick Aoi Asahi away, but seeing Aoi crying...

Listen to her pleas.

A smile played on her lips: "I can choose not to tell Xia Wuzhao."

Really? Really?

Aoi asked anxiously, gripping Risa Yajima's arm tightly.

She was too eager and too impatient.

Do you think I'd be like someone from your family?

Risa Yajima forcefully shook off Aoi Asahi's arm, gave a disdainful snort, and entered the classroom.

"Thank you, thank you. Thank you."

She spoke incoherently to Risa Yajima's retreating figure, murmuring to herself.

She tried to stand up, but her legs trembled, and she couldn't succeed no matter how hard she tried.

Only when she could barely lean against the wall did the girl finally stand up.

They slowly walked towards the department office.

Hesitantly, his steps were sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

The air in the rain was as solid as steel, making her face pale.

It felt like I was suffocating.

With the mountain pressing down on her back, she hunched over and leaned against the wall.

Until we walked out of the teaching building and arrived at the club building.

Only then did I hear the girl's soft breathing, and only then did I see her back straighten up little by little.

She finally straightened up when she reached the horticulture department.

She took a long, deep breath of the cool air and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

I composed myself.

I looked at my reflection through the window of another room.

"My eyes are just a little red, that's all. I'm still the same Asahi Aoi I used to be."

She smiled and pushed open the door.

"What are you doing?"

Asahi Aoi watched Natsugiri Kai twirling her pen.

"Just some trivial matters," Xia Wuzhao replied casually.

"Hmph, I feel like you're hiding something," Aoi said with a smile.

But seeing that Xia Wuzhao didn't react, Asahi Aoi had no choice but to change the subject: "It's not my turn to be on duty today, I must have remembered wrong."

She put her hands on her hips and said, "So, I took the opportunity to do some makeup. Do you think my eyeshadow looks good?"

The girl pointed to the corner of her eye.

Xia Wuzhao glanced at it and said, "It looks terrible."

The girl grinned.

It is both joy and sorrow.

She blinked and said, "You should have complimented me on being cute."

“But I don’t find it cute.” Xia Wuzhao looked at the redness in the girl’s eyes: 'Or rather, this isn’t something to be happy about.'

“Natsugiri Kai, you’re really boring,” Asahi Aoi said. “You’re not like a teacher, opposing makeup, are you?”

She mocked Xia Wuzhao's dullness, but then sat down on the chair next to her with a smirk.

There are still twenty minutes before class starts.

Aoi took a deep breath and said, "But the rain is really heavy today. It would be a really enjoyable experience to sit by the sea and watch the rain."

So, are you going to skip class?

"Do you think I would?" Xia Wuzhao looked at Asahi Aoi.

"Probably not," the girl said. "That's why I asked."

Xia Wuzhao remained unmoved, simply putting down her pen and standing up.

Asahi Aoi also struggled to her feet and went to class with Natsumi Kiri.

But she was walking so slowly that Xia Wuzhao had to stop frequently to wait for her.

Time slowly ticked away, and the two finally arrived at the classroom.

Xia Wuzhao went in first, but then came out again.

"What? Now you want to skip class?"

Aoi, standing behind, asked with some surprise.

Xia Wuzhao shook her head, but said nothing.

Aoi had no choice but to struggle inside.

But she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her heart shattered into dust.

Her mind went completely blank for a moment, and the huge words on the blackboard almost crushed her.

The bitterness seemed to be seeping out of my stomach and flowing back into my brain.

She wanted to close her eyes and tell herself it was a dream.

"Let's tell Xia Wuzhao what kind of people live in Asahi Aoi's family!"

Risa Yajima stood up and shouted.

"Her mother was a barmaid who seduced other men!"

Many girls were shouting it.

The disgusted and hateful gaze pierced Aoi's body, and what flowed out was not blood, but something that allowed Aoi to live peacefully.

She was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Seeing her embarrassed appearance, several of Risa Yajima's followers burst into laughter.

He said arrogantly, "Get out! Rotten women aren't welcome here!"

The chatter drew stares from all the students, some with disgust, others with curiosity, as they pierced through the sunflower.

The girl suddenly couldn't breathe; she lowered her head and tried to enter the classroom.

But she couldn't lift her feet, as if some invisible wall was blocking her way.

She swayed, finally remembering Xia Wuzhao who had come out earlier.

Panic instantly filled every inch of her body, and the girl couldn't help but look at Xia Wuzhao.

But Xia Wuzhao was already walking into the distance.

The girl panicked and turned to chase after Xia Wuzhao.

He stumbled and fell several times, but struggled to get up again.

They chased after Xia Wuzhao in a disheveled state.

The heavy breathing almost filled the entire corridor, and the bursting rain affected the whole corridor.

The rain pattered down, splashing water droplets onto the floor.

The girl ran desperately, filled with fear, and finally caught up with Xia Wuzhao with all her might.

"Summer mist—"

She cried out, then timidly and painfully raised her head.

Xia Wuzhao maintained his calm expression, as if he knew nothing about what had just happened.

The girl's body was trembling, and she forced a smile: "Natsugiri Kai, what you just said was just a lie told by Yajima Risa."

She was practically begging!

Xia Wuzhao looked at the girl in front of him, but he didn't say anything. He just took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket.

"What is this?" the girl forced a smile. "Is it a confession to me?"

"This time? Then I'll have to consider whether or not to accept it."

Aoi deliberately made a witty remark, saying, "It seems you've also discovered my charm as a beautiful girl."

Xia Wuzhao glanced at her and said, "It's a resignation application."

Her hand trembled, and the folded paper wobbled and fell from her hand.

It fell into the water.

“Today is May 10th.” Asahi Aoi’s eyes were extremely moist as she said, “It’s not April Fool’s Day, Natsugiri.”

"You must be joking with me."

"Aoi Asahi, what do you think?" Natsugiri Kai said casually, without waiting for Aoi Asahi's reply: "Let's leave it at that."

After saying that, he walked past Aoi Asahi.

The girl moved her arm, her fingers trying to grab something.

But Xia Wuzhao's clothes slipped through her fingers.

Xia Wuzhao never looked back, she just kept walking forward.

Asahina's back seemed to be covered in shackles, her body gradually bent, and her legs could no longer support her weight.

She could only squat on the ground due to the force of gravity.

Her eyes were red, but the puddles at her feet were rippling.

"The paper is all wet."

Asahi looked at the paper in the puddle and muttered to herself.

It was painfully retrieved, like a rusty gear.