I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

She actually laughed, a mocking laugh tinged with sarcasm.

"Risa Yajima, do you think I don't know what you're thinking? You want to use me to beat you up and stop this meeting today, right? Do you think I'll let you have your way? Do you think I'll fall into your trap?"

Even if you figured it out, so what?

Risa Yajima said, "If you can refuse me, can you also refuse your mother?"

"Your mother is such a shallow woman. Do you think I can't see it? She clearly doesn't like my father, but only became his mistress because he's rich."

Her face held a sneer: "Your mother would have granted any request I made in order to marry my father."

"And you, no matter how unwilling you are, you have no choice but to do it."

"After all, she is your mother."

"Aoi Asahi, you will never escape this cage."

Her words deeply stung Aoi, who clenched her fists.

Those chestnut-brown, sharp eyes stared at Risa Yajima, and she longed to punch her.

But she didn't do that; she just looked at her with a cold gaze.

"Then let's have a contest and see who can hold back and make a move first. I think it's you, Risa Yajima. You're more eager to stop this meeting."

Risa Yajima's face suddenly turned ashen.

She clenched her fists tightly.

Chapter 67: Lingering Yet Returning to the Past

Risa Yajima stared intently at the Aoi Sola in front of her. She had never found the Aoi Sola so irritating, filling her with such a profound sense of frustration.

This girl is completely different from before.

"Even if you don't want to admit it, something has already happened to her. Before, the sunflower was gloomy, like a moldy mushroom in a corner, but now it shines like a flower in the sunlight."

Looking at the sunflower in front of her, Risa Yajima felt a pang of envy.

"If it weren't for Xia Wuzhao, how could you have become like this?"

She said sarcastically, "Without Xia Wuzhao, you wouldn't even have the courage to talk to me."

“I know about this.” Aoi replied with a cold expression. “Do you still want to provoke me? Then you can try again.”

"no need."

Risa Yajima said, "I already know that you are not the same Asahi you used to be. You are so enviable, Asahi."

"Envious?" Aoi said sarcastically, "What do I have to be envied?"

“Because you are truly lucky, Aoi Asahi,” Risa Yajima said bitterly. “And I am so unfortunate, with my family teetering on the brink of collapse.”

“At least you have a mother who loves you,” Aoi replied.

"Yes, I love my mother very much."

Risa Yajima said these words, then suddenly slapped Aoi Asahi across the face, saying viciously, "So, I'm willing to do anything for my mother, even if it means being hated by my father."

Aoi's face was covered in red marks. She looked at Risa Yajima and said, "Don't think that just because you said those things, I'll tolerate it."

"I am Asahi, the Asahi of Asahi."

She spoke those words slowly and deliberately, with unwavering resolve.

A cold wind suddenly blew up from afar, making their hair rustle wildly.

Without hesitation, Aoi slapped Risa Yajima hard and forcefully, without the slightest mercy.

Risa Yajima also sneered as she began fighting with Aoi Asahi.

Keiko and Jiro Yajima, who were chatting in the coffee shop, both saw what happened outside.

"What's going on with these two children?" Keiko was so anxious she almost fainted.

Yajima Jiro comforted her, saying, "Perhaps it's just a minor disagreement."

The two girls should be separated as soon as possible.

Aoi Asahi was pushed aside, while Keiko and Jiro Yajima asked Risa with concern, "Is everything alright, Risa? What kind of conflict did you two have this time?"

Before Risa Yajima could speak, Keiko hurriedly patted Aoi Asahi on the back and anxiously said to her, "Apologize quickly, Aoi, apologize quickly. Apologize to Risa Yajima quickly."

She filmed with increasing urgency, almost shaking the girl.

"The first time my mother called me by my name affectionately, all she did was ask me to apologize. How ridiculous!"

Aoi Asahi's face showed a self-deprecating expression, but she didn't say anything.

She had promised her mother she wouldn't deliberately ruin her date today. But she didn't want to deceive herself, so she remained silent.

Keiko wanted nothing more than to slap Aoi across the face, but in front of Jiro Yajima, she could only maintain the image of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

Seeing this, Yajima Jiro could only say, "Keiko, let's reschedule for another day."

Keiko was a little anxious, but could only force a smile: "Okay, let's have a proper date another day. Next time, it'll just be the two of us."

Jiro Yajima noticed Keiko's worry, and after comforting her, he took Risa Yajima back to the car.

As soon as he got into the car, Yajima Jiro silently drove off.

When they were halfway there, he said, "Risa, you did this on purpose, didn't you? You really don't like Keiko?"

“Yes, I don’t like her!” Risa Yajima said. “Do you think I should like her? Who is that Keiko? She’s just a barmaid. What makes her think she can be compared to my mother?”

“Risa!” Jiro Yajima called out, then added, “Actually, Keiko is quite pitiful too.”

"Pitiful?" Risa Yajima sneered. "Wasn't my mother pitiful too?"

Yajima Jiro stopped talking and just drove in silence.

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Back home, Keiko slammed the door shut.

She glared fiercely at Aoi Asahi, grabbing her collar with both hands: "Aoi Asahi! Aoi Asahi! Did you do this on purpose? Are you jealous that I'm about to find a man, so you're using all sorts of shameless methods to sabotage it out of envy and jealousy!"

"It's all your fault, everything is your fault. If it weren't for you, he would have proposed to me today. If it weren't for you, would I even need to come back here?"

"You bitch, you can't stand to see me doing well."

"You've ruined my life, Aoi!"

She screamed and roared in anger.

"This is my mother."

Looking at the agitated and anxious Keiko in front of her, Aoi Asahi once again clearly realized this fact.

Keiko angrily cursed at Aoi Asahi, venting her dissatisfaction.

At this moment, she displayed her sharp tongue and vulgarity to the fullest extent.

But suddenly she knelt down and begged, "Aoi Asahi, Aoi Asahi! My daughter! I'm your mother! Please help your mother one more time! Just admit your mistake to Risa Yajima and apologize."

"Help your mother one more time."

She pleaded, speaking in anguish.

Asahi pinched her fingers and said, "I've already helped you once, Mom."

"This is the last time, this is the very last time," Keiko said. "It really is the last time. Really, really!"

She pleaded with Aoi, but Aoi said, "I will not apologize to Risa Yajima, because it was not my fault."

"Mistake! Mistake!" Huizi paced anxiously, yelling, "What does this have to do with a mistake! I just want you to apologize, do you understand?!"

"Can't you think about Mom for once? Is it so hard to just apologize? I can apologize to you a hundred times! Can't you be a little more mature?"

"Maturity? Does maturity mean I have to compromise and give in?" Aoi said, "Why do you insist on making me do this! You only think of yourself! Mother!"

"You want me to apologize? Why should I apologize? Just for you, Mother!"

"Why should I give up everything for you? Just because you're my mother, does that mean I have to obey you completely? Am I your puppet? No! I am Asahi Aoi!"

"Just because I'm your mother! Just because I raised you! You should be grateful to me, thank me!"

Huizi shouted angrily, "You are my daughter, you should listen to me!"

"If you don't want to be my daughter, get out!"

"If you don't listen to me, then you can't eat my food or wear my clothes!"

She was cursing loudly.

"Do you think I'm afraid of this? I've been itching to do it for a long time."

Having made up her mind, Aoi returned to her room.

She took off her skirt and shoes and put on her school uniform.

After packing all the books into his backpack, he picked up the goldfish bowl and prepared to leave.

She looked at the angry Keiko and said, "These things are subsidies that the school gave me because of my family's financial difficulties. They are mine."

Aoi no longer looked at Keiko, but simply put on her shoes, stepped out of the house, and stood in the bright, warm afternoon sunlight.

Chapter 68 That long corridor loops through verdant memories

The midday wind carried the chill of the seaside, as well as the warmth of the clear sky.

Aoi stood downstairs and took a deep breath.

I felt much lighter all over.

Although she was kicked out, she felt happy.

She almost cheered, stretched vigorously, and looked up at the sky.

I just felt the weather was wonderful.

He bent over, took off his shoes and socks, and stuffed the black calf socks into his shoes.

She held the shoes with two fingers and the goldfish bowl in one hand.

With a schoolbag slung over her shoulder, Aoi walked along like this.

Where to go, where to arrive.

Aoi herself didn't know, but she was full of energy at that moment.

Standing at the crossroads, she glanced at the gloomy, dimly lit house, then eagerly stepped onto the gray-white highway. The roads in the town were asphalt, which felt rough on people's feet, but were suitable for vehicles.

The coastal road is an old cement road, but it doesn't feel strange to walk on.

It only feels cool at first, but after a while it feels icy cold.

But now, the blazing sun has made the cement road hot.

Sunflower stepped on it, stepping on the cracks that had formed over time.

The road is covered with countless cracks, some of which stretch across the entire road for no apparent reason, while others appear as if struck by lightning, curving like the shadow of a lightning bolt.

Sometimes the girl would step on the left side of the lightning bolt, and sometimes she would jump to the right side of the lightning bolt.

Before long, her fair soles were covered in dust.

But the girl didn't mind.

The goldfish bowl she held in her hands contained a goldfish swimming silently within. But with each sway, it swam even more joyfully.

The brilliant sunlight, refracted through the clear water and the scales, became rare and beautiful spots of light, almost piercing through the bottom of the bowl and falling into the girl's palm.

To save money, she no longer wanted to take the tram.

Because it's very expensive, especially for sunflowers.

The starting price is 160 yen, and she doesn't have much money in her pocket right now.

When she reached a crossroads, she stopped in front of the yellow and black railings.

Even though she might attract curious or questioning glances from those around her, Aoi Asahi didn't care.

After the tram rattled past, she calmly crossed the crossing.

The temperature of the railway tracks is slightly lower than that of the road surface.

But at the level crossing, there were many sharp stones. Asahi Aoi crossed safely and smoothly, and the crowd dispersed around her.