I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

She slammed her hand on the table, making a sound that almost pierced her eardrums.

She even felt nauseous and wanted to vomit because of her overwhelming emotions.

This feeling is so hard to suppress.

Even Keiko didn't try to suppress the feeling; she bent over and vomited violently.

He vomited up everything he had eaten, along with acidic fluid.

It spilled on the table and made a mess on the floor.

The veins on her neck bulged, and her face looked extremely ferocious.

Asahi Aoi looked at Keiko, who was in so much pain and discomfort, and clenched her fists tightly.

"This is my mother, this is my mother."

A profound sorrow welled up within her.

Looking at her mother in front of her, she finally lowered her head.

He clenched his fists tightly: "I'm sorry, Mother."

"Hmph, sorry, sorry. It's so easy for you to say those things," Huizi said. "What's the use of saying them? I don't believe you anyway."

She said, "Even if you were to support me, look at the state you're in now. If you can't find a good man, can you really support me? You should support yourself first."

"You think I'd believe you? Look at you, you haven't even taken the exam yet, and you're not even sure you'll get first place. All you do is waste my money."

"Look at Xia Wuzhao, she's better than you. She can even find a job on her own, and she doesn't even have parents!"

"I'm exhausted every day. Your circumstances are so much better than his, but he's so much better off than you! How are you going to take care of me in my old age?"

"Humph!"

She gave a drunken scolding and, reeking of alcohol, staggered back to her room, where she lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep.

The sunflower bowed its head, its hair hanging down and swaying.

She silently dealt with the dirt and stains until midnight, finally cleaning them up and spraying air freshener before returning to her room.

She turned on the small desk lamp, picked up the book, and began to study carefully.

She didn't shed a single tear; she simply kept her mouth tightly shut.

He devoted all his energy to studying.

But this was not a whim; it was the result of countless nights of daily life.

Even though her eyes were sore, she simply rubbed them lightly and took a sip of water.

She cherished every single moment.

She was afraid that some opportunity would slip through her fingers.

Chapter 10 The laughter, carried on the drizzle, carried a sense of despair.

Today's weather is one of continuous rain, and the sound of raindrops pattering against the glass outside the window is very pleasant.

Aoi was woken up by the noise; Keiko's loud, clanging noises, like a battle, jolted Aoi from her deep sleep.

The pots and pans stung my ears.

The sunflower, which had been lying on the table, raised its head with a creaking sound like a machine, its neck stiff as if a rusty copper pillar had been driven into it.

My arms are sore and weak, and I have a strange dryness all over my body.

It was as if a strange, sticky membrane covered the outside, making one feel as if they were wrapped in a dusty film.

He struggled to stand up, his body even swaying slightly, his legs trembling.

My hands were shaking.

It resembles a flower that is about to wither.

She tidied up the books and put them into her handbag.

Asahi Aoi could feel the trembling blood vessels in her brain, like a blocked back of her neck, and throbbing nerves.

"Ouch—it hurts so much, it hurts so much."

She thought this to herself, but felt no sadness whatsoever.

On the contrary, I felt a sense of pleasure.

A kind of joy that comes from the bottom of one's heart, as clear and refreshing as a spring flowing from the mountains.

"I'm your retirement tool, you know. Look at the state I am now, what will you think? What will you feel?"

She didn't shed a tear; instead, there was a slight smile on her lips.

A smile as gentle as a spring breeze.

The bathroom in this house is very small; it's a bit cramped for two people to stand in front of the sink.

On the shelf next to the sink were bottles and jars of all sizes; these all belonged to Huizi.

She often needs to spend a long time doing her makeup, which sometimes means that Asahi Aoi even needs to go to school to wash up.

Fortunately, the wet and dry areas are separated here, so even if one person takes a shower, it won't affect others.

She turned on the shower and began to bathe.

Even in April, when the weather is somewhat warm, taking a cold shower still makes you shiver.

The cold water splashed on her skin, causing goosebumps to appear all over her fair complexion.

"Hey!!"

"Why did you take a shower this morning! Don't you know how to save on water and electricity bills?" Huizi shouted from the kitchen.

Asahi ignored him, slowly washing her body, trying to wash away the discomfort.

Huizi didn't hear a reply, so she angrily threw the spatula into the pot, making a clattering sound.

He strode open the door and shouted at Asahi Aoi, who was taking a shower, "Didn't you hear what I said?"

Aoi looked at Keiko indifferently, without saying a word.

This made Keiko even angrier: "Didn't you hear what I said? Is this how you treat your mother?"

The morning glory said, "It's just a little water! How much could it be worth!"

"Hmph, you make it sound so grand," Huizi said sarcastically. "Anyone who didn't know better would think you're some kind of rich family's daughter! Or some kind of noblewoman!"

"You're such a burden, I can't afford to support you!"

She shouted at them, wishing she could drag the sunflower out of the hole.

But Aoi stared at Keiko without a care, and the angrier Keiko got, the more she wanted to laugh.

Even though she was trembling, she seemed oblivious, only wanting to laugh.

I want to chuckle with disdain, I want to laugh heartily.

I want to laugh mockingly, I want to laugh painfully.

But she remained silent, keeping her mouth shut.

A mix of emotions, whether pain or joy, churned within me.

Perhaps it was the pain of knowing that her mother was Keiko.

Perhaps it was joy, joy that he had gotten revenge on his mother.

An enraged Keiko glared at Asahi Aoi in front of her and angrily cursed, "You vixen! You're a slut too, taking a bath first thing in the morning, I really don't know what you're up to!"

She said this angrily, then turned and left.

He didn't even eat, grabbed his bag, and went out to work.

Under the showerhead, icy water streamed down my face.

When she felt cold all over and her face turned pale, Aoi finally turned off the water.

She didn't use a hairdryer, only managing to dry her hair with a towel. Even after wiping, there were barely any visible water droplets.

It was still incredibly wet; she could only wring out the moisture by twisting her hair like a rope.

After struggling for a long time, I managed to squeeze out some more water.

But it's still damp; if it sticks to your clothes, it will quickly soak your collar.

She then used a bath towel to wipe the water droplets off her body.

Wearing simple underwear and a school uniform.

Then they entered the kitchen. Breakfast consisted of simple rice and some stir-fried dishes.

However, the rice was not cooked, and the dishes had burned because they had been in the pot for a long time.

It emitted an unpleasant odor.

After turning off the fire, Asahi silently placed the food into a white plastic lunchbox. Students have a tradition of bringing their own food for lunch.

However, Aoi did not put it in her schoolbag, but took it to her room.

—Because this is not lunch, but dinner.

He had the key and ten banknotes hanging on the inside of the window.

The banknotes emitted an unpleasant odor and had yellowed stains on them.

It reeked of alcohol and foul odor, and was even somewhat hard.

Silently, Aoi picked up each sheet and tucked them into her book.

After doing all this, she finally took her keys and umbrella and went out the door.

It was already noisy outside, with many fishermen coming and going.

Many of them were acquaintances.

But Aoi just kept her head down, letting her long hair hang down in front of her, and only looked at her toes as she walked on the road.

Occasionally, a few drops of water might drip from the tips of her hair.

She didn't want to pay attention to those fishermen, or rather, she wished she didn't know them at all.

—Because those were Mom's guests.

She often wondered – should she hate these fishermen?

But every time she had such an idea, Asahi Aoi would always reject it.

"These fishermen are all Mom's customers, what wrong have they done? If it weren't for them, where would Mom earn money? And why should I hate them?"

"Without them, Mom might be even more irritable."

As she thought this, a sudden wave of irritation rose in her heart.

At home, Keiko's words still echoed in her mind.

What kind of mother would insult her daughter like that?

The more she thought about it, the more bitter she felt.

But she couldn't shed a single tear; her throat just felt like a rusty gear.

A slight smile curved her lips, a beautiful and youthful smile on her face.

"Hahaha!"

She brushed her hair aside, laughed heartily, and stuck her cheap umbrella into the ground.

Laughing loudly in front of an empty station, witnessing only everything around the station.

There was little laughter in this; it was filled with profound sorrow.

There seemed to be a sob in his voice, but no tears could be seen.

It even carried a sense of despair.

Chapter 11 If Life Could Be Refreshed in the Rain

The light drizzle suddenly intensified, and the sky darkened.

The rain shelter above the station rattled and banged as it was struck, and her laughter was completely swallowed by the rain.