I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

With a thud, he knelt on the ground.

She cried bitterly, her tears washing away her makeup, leaving streaks and lines.

"Help me, daughter, please help me."

"Even if you hate me, it doesn't matter. Just help me this once, and I promise I won't bother you again. I'll even give you the money! Just once, just once is enough."

"I'll kowtow to you, please."

She grabbed Asahi Aoi's hand: "Why don't you slap me? Why don't you hit me? It doesn't matter how many times, as long as you help me just once!"

"Just because I raised you, I know you feel ashamed of your mother, but I helped you hide your identity from Xia Wuzhao."

She cried loudly.

Aoi's fingers trembled, and her thin body trembled incessantly.

It felt as if all the strength had been drained from my body.

"This is my mother, this is my mother!"

"I won't hit you, and I won't take your money," the girl said heavily, as if she were straining her voice to say, "What do you want me to do?"

"Mom's boyfriend wants to meet us," Keiko said happily. "Once he meets us, he'll discuss marriage with Mom."

"Just one meeting is enough."

Was he alone?

"Yes, it's just him. He has a daughter, but she won't be coming. He'll see her next time," Keiko explained hastily.

"Okay, I agree."

After hesitating for a long time, Asahi Aoi finally uttered those words with immense weight.

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Chapter 64 The sunflower symbolizes silence and waiting.

Looking out at the bright and sunny weather, Xia Wuzhao felt a strong urge to take off her cardigan.

But as soon as I stepped outside, I found that the cold wind was howling, making my face pale and my fingers tremble.

It's no different from winter.

The atmosphere in the classroom was no different from usual; everyone was still enthusiastically discussing things related to Second New Tokyo.

But it seems to be somewhat different from usual.

—It was so peaceful; the boastful voices of the past seemed to have disappeared.

The only remaining sounds in the classroom were whispers.

At noon, Xia Wukai went to see Yokokawa Jun and said, "I would like to ask for leave."

"Oh?"

Jun Yokokawa watched as Kai Natsugiri crossed her legs. Since smoking wasn't allowed in the office, she irritably tapped the table: "Why?"

"It's probably just some boring stuff."

“That’s not the way you’re asking for a favor, Xia Wuzhai.” Yokokawa Jun twirled his pen. “However, I’ll still approve it for you.”

"After all, he's a good student, so the teacher will allow him to go out and play for a while if he wants to."

After she had Xia Wuzhao write a leave request, she said, "But don't let anything irreparable happen, Xia Wuzhao."

"Lord Natsugiri, what are you going to do?"

Xiao Ai asked herself, full of doubt.

"I'm just bored," Xia Wuzhao replied casually.

I walked out of the school with my schoolbag on my back, strolling slowly along the deserted road to school.

Waiting at the foot of the tram, which stood before a yellow and black railing, the tram roared past, cutting off the way.

It's now officially late May, and this is the second day of Asahi Aoi's suspension from classes for reflection.

The sun has been shining brightly for a long time, but the wind is still cold.

Fashionable girls on the street are wearing short skirts and short sleeves.

Xia Wuzhao arrived at a flower shop. He looked at the dazzling array of flowers and smelled the mingled fragrances.

"Guest, what kind of flowers would you like?"

The florist walked up to Xia Wuzhao and asked her with a smile.

"sunflower."

Xia Wuzhao said, "A sunflower."

"Sunflowers," the florist said with a smile. "I guess the customer is giving them to their lover. Sunflowers symbolize silent and devoted love, making them a perfect gift for a sweetheart."

"It's not a gift for a lover."

Xia Wuzhao said indifferently, "It's just for a patient."

"Oh, is that so?"

The florist was a little embarrassed. To cover up her embarrassment, she added, "Sunflowers are also a good gift for patients, because sunflowers represent vigorous vitality and healing, and in some places they become a symbol of spiritual recovery."

The florist was doing his best to promote the flower shop in order to sell a bouquet of sunflowers.

"One bunch will be enough."

As Xia Wuzhao spoke, the florist quickly took out a bunch of sunflowers from inside.

The sunflower is not yet mature; the inner flower head is still immature, and the outer petals are still a pale yellow.

Are there any seeds left?

"Should we plant them now?" The florist glanced at the weather outside and said, "Summer is almost here, and the seeds will have missed the sowing season."

"Even the varieties with the shortest growing period require nearly 55 days, while the longer ones require up to three months. They are generally sown in the spring and then the sunflowers can be seen blooming in the summer."

Xia Wuzhao thought for a moment: 'Ordinary sunflower seeds will do.'

After the florist gave Xia Wuzhao a cheap little shovel, Xia Wuzhao left.

He went straight to the vicinity of the seaside station and scattered the seeds in the open space next to it.

The process is complete only after watering it.

He sat in a chair, resting while holding a sunflower.

A little while later, he found a piece of discarded wire and fixed the sunflower to the pillar next to it.

Are you leaving?

Xiao Ai asked, puzzled.

"Hmm," Xia Wuzhao said, "I have to go to work; I'm almost out of money."

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At noon, at Huizi's pleading.

Aoi finally put on that dress and high heels, although they were called high heels, they were not the same as the ones we usually see.

It only has low heels that are four or five centimeters high.

The meeting place was a coffee shop in the town center, whereas the reservation had originally been made for a high-end restaurant.

However, because of the girls' needs, the location was reserved at a coffee shop.

Keiko arrived early, but did not go straight into the coffee shop.

Instead, he looked around and sat down in a secluded spot that offered a view of the coffee shop.

She couldn't help but boast, "Let me tell you, with men, you have to put in a lot of effort to keep him by your side. If we come early now, he'll think we're in a hurry. If we come late, he'll think we don't care about him."

"So, we need to arrive early, but go in late. We should only go over after we see the man's car arrive. We need to be a minute or two early, so that the man will feel that we value him, but he won't look down on us. He might even feel that we are in sync, that we arrived at the same time."

"I might even feel that it's fate."

“Men are so easy to fool,” Huizi said, rattling off her tips: “If you want to find a man, you should look for one who is rich, or one who will be rich in the future.”

"As for love and such, you don't need to care at all. As long as you are still beautiful, love is like a cheap commodity that you can get at any time. Any man can give it to you."

"Men's jewelry, though rare, is also very expensive. You'd better know the brands of luxury goods, especially those specifically for men. You should be able to tell at a glance how much a man's clothes cost; that way you'll have a better chance of finding a good man."

"As for those who will be rich in the future, you should look at their speech, their temperament, and their courage."

She spoke with great enthusiasm, but Aoi Asahi didn't listen.

She said listlessly, "I won't be like you, Mother."

Huizi said angrily, "Just you wait, you'll suffer sooner or later."

Upon seeing Jiro Yajima's car, Keiko hurriedly pulled Aoi Asahi into the cafe.

He even slowed down his pace so that Yajima Jiro could see him.

When Yajima Jiro saw this, he was quite pleased.

"We're really on the same wavelength; we both chose to come at this time."

Bending down, he said to Risa Yajima in the car, "Risa, come down quickly. They've already gone into the cafe. The girl in the white dress is your future older or younger sister."

"You must have seen it, right? It's so cute."

"Hehe." Risa Yajima laughed, "She really is as beautiful as her mother. She truly is her mother's daughter."

Chapter 65 The noose is more painful than a blade.

While sitting in the coffee shop, Aoi remained silent.

Although it was her first time in such a luxurious place, she sat like a doll, with her hands folded on her lap.

She resembles a young lady doll.

Because that's what today's task is like—being scrutinized and judged like a puppet.

Keiko was pleased with Aoi Asahi's actions, but when she saw Aoi Asahi's appearance, she felt a pang of jealousy.

"If I hadn't had children and been ravaged by time, I would still be this beautiful. Sunflowers are thieves; they stole my looks."

With that in mind, she took out a small mirror and started touching up her makeup.

But she always complains that her makeup isn't fair enough and that she doesn't look as good as she did when she was younger.

She disliked that her lips weren't red enough and weren't as full as they were when she was younger.

She was putting on makeup, carefully recalling what she looked like when she was young.

I can't quite recall some of it, but I think it must have been very good.

She could only hastily touch up her makeup.

"Huizi, you really look beautiful today."

Jiro Yajima walked over with Risa Yajima in his arms. He said to Aoi Asahi, "You must be Keiko's daughter. You are just as beautiful as Keiko."

As he spoke, he introduced his daughter: "Risa Yajima, I guess your daughter knows her too."

Risa Yajima stepped forward, pretending to be a well-behaved girl, and introduced herself, giving Aoi Asahi a mocking smile.

She said to Huizi, "Auntie's makeup skills are excellent, you look so beautiful."