I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

"Oh? Is that so? That's wonderful." Natsugiri Kai even smiled at Asahi Aoi.

Aoi couldn't help but take a step back, feeling a pang of sadness.

Some wanted to stop Xia Wuzhao from continuing.

"Even I don't know why I did this, but my heart is filled with a sorrow as dark as a cloud."

She said, "If things continue like this, will your relationship with Kirishima Chiho, your bond with her, still be able to continue? Don't you even care about something like that?"

“Yes, I don’t care,” Xia Wuzhao said.

Aoi took a deep breath and said seriously, "Although I think you will refuse, I still want to ask—why?"

Xia Wuzhao looked at Asahi Aoi seriously and said, "Then I'll tell you why."

"The bonds between people are a thread that will never break. And these threads will eventually weave into a spider web, binding people tightly."

"The more ties one has, the heavier the burden one carries."

"I hate this."

After hearing this, Aoi Asahi said, "You sound like a coward, Natsugiri Kai."

"Then you can just think of me as a coward."

Xia Wuzhao said it without a care in the world.

He walked down the slope and boarded the tram. Asahi Aoi followed silently behind, wanting to see what Natsugiri Kai was up to.

Xia Wuzhao didn't care about Asahi Kui following her. Instead, she took the tram to a flower shop in the transition zone between the plains and the mountains.

The name of the flower shop was a string of cursive letters, which Xia Wuzhao glanced at and realized she couldn't read at all.

"Wow, the flower shop's name is strange, isn't it? Actually, I can't pronounce it either."

A girl with gray-chestnut hair, her long hair tied up like a shrine maiden's, walked out. She had pale golden eyes and looked very energetic and enthusiastic, and was also very outgoing.

She smiled like an older sister; "You are Cuiyu's students, first year? I'm your senior."

The girl said smugly, "Junior girls, call me senior sister."

Xia Wuzhao called her "senior," which brought a comfortable expression to the girl's face.

She said with a smile, "Junior, would you like to buy flowers today? I can give you a discount."

She glanced at Natsugiri Kai, then at Asahi Aoi.

She asked softly, "Is it for the beautiful girl next to you? Is she your lover?"

Xia Wuzhao said, "No."

He wrote down an address he had gotten from Professor Yokokawa Jun on a piece of paper next to him: "I want a bouquet of flowers, delivered to this address."

"Okay." The girl smiled brightly, "What kind of flowers do you want?"

"Chamomile, baby's breath, Australian wintersweet, and starry nightshade," Xia Wuzhao named the flowers.

To the girl's surprise, the most common gifts she received were various kinds of roses.

"Would you like to leave a message?" the girl asked with a smile.

"Nothing is needed, not even a name."

Chapter 118 The Flowers, Real or Fake

When sending flowers, it's customary to include a card.

However, it is extremely rare for someone like Xia Wuzhao to send flowers without writing anything.

However, the girl didn't say anything more.

She simply told Xia Wuzhao, "Junior, if you buy flowers here ten times, I'll give you a free bouquet. And each time you buy flowers, I'll give you a free flower. This is a special perk from your senior."

She winked and smiled familiarly, asking Xia Wuzhao to choose which flowers she wanted this time.

Xia Wuzhao paused for a moment, then glanced at Asahi Aoi again.

What do you want?

Asahi frowned and took a step back.

She waved her hand and said, "You and Kirishima Chiho are the lovers, why don't you just give everything to Chiho?"

Did I say I was going to give it to Chiho?

Xia Wuzhao frowned and said, "That bouquet of flowers wasn't for Kirishima Chiho."

"If it wasn't for Chiho, then who did you give it to?"

Asahi Aoi didn't quite like it.

As lovers, we should be loyal.

Xia Wuzhao glanced at Asahi Aoi and said directly, "I'm not telling you."

This infuriated Aoi, who was very unhappy.

The florist girl maintained a polite smile, as if she were also curious and eager to hear.

Aoi Asahi said, "Then why don't you just keep it yourself?"

“I’m a boy,” Xia Wuzhao said. “I don’t need to spend money, and it’s too much trouble to carry around.”

The florist girl said, "Junior, that's not how it is. It's not that boys don't need flowers, it's just that nobody gives flowers to boys."

Xia Wuzhao didn't want to argue any further, so she simply paid the florist and asked the girl to give Asahi a flower.

The florist girl accepted the money and confirmed the order.

I took a points card from the cabinet and used my stamp to imprint a small design in the frame at the bottom of the card.

He then wrote his name and the date below.

This was then handed to Xia Wuzhao.

The design features a cute, chibi-style portrait of a girl with a bright smile.

Her name is Tokisaka Chiharu.

"Are we chasing a spring that will never come on the never-ending slope of time?"

Xia Wuzhao glanced at the girl in front of her and accepted the card.

Chiharu Tokisaka warmly took Aoi Asahi's hand and asked her name in a familiar manner.

"Sunflower, the sunflower of sunflowers."

Asahi Aoi said this.

Chiharu Tokisaka stared wide-eyed, her pale gold eyes seemingly sparkling.

"Are you Asahi Aoi, the famous first-year student? Oh, it's you."

Chiharu Tokisaka smiled and said, "In that case, I suggest you get a sunflower. It matches your name perfectly, doesn't it?"

Aoi thought about it and didn't refuse.

Chiharu Tokisaka then took a sunflower, wrapped it up, tied it with a ribbon, and handed it to Aoi Asahi.

The two left the flower shop, and Chiharu Tokisaka bowed behind them and said, "Welcome to come again next time!"

With nothing else to do, Xia Wuzhao headed straight home.

Sunflower held the flower, watching the petals seem to be burning in the sunset.

She couldn't help but feel a little dazzled, making her dizzy.

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After returning home, Kirishima Chiho intended to do her homework.

But Yoshiko grabbed her.

She smiled at her and said, "Chiho, you should rest more today. Mom knows you're tired, so you don't need to study so hard today."

Yoshiko said this.

Chiho gently replied, "Okay, Mom."

After Yoshiko, she simply let Chiho sit in the living room watching TV.

She, on the other hand, became busy, passing by Chiho from time to time.

It was unusually busy, making a lot of noise, and every now and then it would let out a painful gasp.

The sound seemed to be happening far too frequently, to the point that it felt almost deliberate.

Each slight cough, and each painful sob.

The sounds rang out like heavy bells in Kirishima Chiho's ears, shaking her to her core.

Her fingers twitched uncontrollably.

She finally couldn't resist and took out the tools for treating her wounds from the first-aid kit.

She walked into the kitchen and said gently, "Mom, let me help you with this."

Yoshiko seemed a little surprised, and she quickly said, "No need, no need. Chiho."

She reached out to stop Chiho, but Chiho was not stopped.

Yoshiko said with a look of shame, "Oh, as a mother... Oh dear, I'm so embarrassed."

As she said this, Chiho lowered her head even further.

She looked ashamed, but she remained seated in the chair.

Holding her phone, she took pictures of Chiho, saying with relief, "My thoughtful daughter is helping me treat my wounds."

She said this, and after it was over, she posted the video on her blog.

Many people replied: What a wonderful daughter! I'm so envious.

If my child is as filial as yours, that would be great.

Wow, such good upbringing.

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Numerous comments came into Kirishima Chiho's view. Yoshiko said, "Look, they're all praising you. Chiho, are you happy?"

Kirishima Chiho responded softly, "Yes, I'm very happy."

Yoshiko gently and affectionately patted Kirishima Chiho's head and said to her, "Okay, that's fine now. Mommy is all better. Thank you for treating Mommy's wound."

She said, "Mom will cook you something delicious right now. Today's dish is one I specially learned how to make."

As she said this, she actually let Kirishima Chiho continue watching TV, just like any gentle mother.

She continued cooking.

Chiho, feeling somewhat exhausted, returned to the living room with heavy steps and continued watching television.

Yoshiko's cooking skills were indeed honed; soon, a fragrant aroma wafted out.

Jiazi even made phone calls to apologize to each of the tutors and explained the situation to them.

However, he only said that he was delayed by some things, but the cost would not be reduced.

She smiled apologetically and apologized very humbly.

A wealthy woman was in the kitchen, acting like a lowly clerk, humbly apologizing to the tutors.

Chiho saw it, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"It's so sad, Mother. It's so sad."

At this moment, she felt not a trace of hatred, only deep sorrow and guilt.

When Yoshiko saw this, she ran out in a panic.

She awkwardly wiped away Chisui's tears: "Daughter, what's wrong? Daughter? Are you sad because of what happened earlier? Mommy's okay, don't worry, Mommy's okay."

Yoshiko kept repeating this sentence, and this time she didn't criticize or instruct Kirishima Chiho at all.

Like a real mother, she frantically comforted her daughter.

Kirishima Chiho managed to stop her tears and said, "Mom, I'm going to study now."