After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

Liuli is dreaming.

She dreamed that she was still young and sitting on the corridor of the Gojo family's old house, looking at the rolling green hills in the distance through the drizzle.

A delicate butterfly stumbled through the cracks in the rain, trying to flap its heavy wings, but it flew lower and lower, and was finally knocked down by a drop of rain into a shallow pool of water.

It is shallow water for people.

Yudie is a deep pool.

In the dream, she sat quietly, unmoved.

The butterflies made shrill cries, like a dying child desperately calling for help.

Tick, tick.

The hours are ticking, the rain is falling, and the blood is flowing.

The soul is falling and life is dying.

Liuli still didn't move. She just watched the butterfly flapping its wings on the water, struggling to survive, but being dizzy by countless raindrops.

"What are you looking at?"

Someone was talking, Liuli turned around, and Gojo Satoru's blue eyes were filled with curious inquiry, and his tone was slightly raised.

Liuli just looked at him dejectedly and didn't answer.

The other party laughed with an ambiguous tone, his lips opening and closing, revealing his sharp fangs.

"That butterfly is dying. Do you want to save it?"

Liuli just narrowed her eyes and said nothing.

"If you want to save it, I'll save it."

He continued.

Liuli just thought he was noisy.

“I don’t want to save it,” she said. “Let it die.”

Gojo Satoru stopped talking.

His expression suddenly became very sad, like a white cat drenched by rain, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

But Liuli was no longer looking at him. She turned her head and continued to look at the butterfly.

It's no longer moving.

Probably dying.

Liuli lowered her eyes, her face expressionless, like a demanding audience.

Suddenly, a pair of hands picked up the butterfly, and a man with long black hair suddenly appeared in the middle of the courtyard.

When he appeared, the rain suddenly stopped, and the warm sunlight pierced the gloomy sky, illuminating the place where he was standing.

Liuli raised her head and saw a pair of golden-green eyes staring at her without blinking.

"who are you?"

She heard her own frightened voice, as shrill as a dying butterfly.

The man didn't say anything, but just picked up the butterfly with his hands. It flapped its wings and flew up again.

As if possessed by a ghost, Liuli stood up, nimbly jumped over the low railing, and ran into the courtyard.

Gojo Satoru behind her seemed to be calling her, but Liuli ignored him.

She just ran forward, trying to see the man's face clearly.

The distance between them is getting shorter and shorter.

The other person's pale face was filled with unspeakable melancholy, and his eyes were as sad as a dying robin.

A robin is in a cage, and all heaven is in a rage*.

What if a robin dies?

Liuli stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the person so close to her, but the next second, the person fell backwards and fell into the deep pool.

His jet-black hair spread out in the water, floating like seaweed, and his golden-green eyes still looked at her quietly.

Like looking at a delicate butterfly.

Like looking at a withered rose.

Only Liuli was left standing alone in the courtyard, as if she had just woken up from a dream.

In the dream of the dreamer, the person being dreamed of wakes up*.

In the poems sung by the poet, the poet died first.

……

Liuli woke up in shock.

She vaguely realized that she had had a dream in which she could not distinguish between good and bad.

Maybe it has something to do with poetry, romance, beauty and love; maybe it has something to do with pain, reality, wounds and death.

She couldn't remember clearly.

It was raining heavily outside.

Liuli lifted the quilt and slowly got up from the bed. She was wearing silk pajamas and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window. The falling raindrops hit her body with a series of heavy dull pains.

She and Lan Tang moved to a new house a year ago. The new house is a large villa filled with exquisite Western-style decorations.

Not far from the villa there is a small Georgian church. The ringing of the bells pierces through the night wind and heavy rain, sending a full twelve sounds from far to near.

This tiring day is finally over.

"Boom boom boom——"

"Boom boom boom——"

There's a knock on the door.

At twelve o'clock in the morning on a dark, rainy night, someone was knocking on the door.

The sound was neither fast nor slow, like the ghost in "The Monkey's Paw" returning from the cemetery and knocking on the door again and again.

Liuli gathered the collar of her nightgown and walked down the stairs barefoot, holding the handrail. The floor was covered with thick velvet carpet, and stepping on it felt like sinking into clouds.

With a "click", the warm orange light came on.

Liuli stood behind the door and pushed it open.

Fengjian Liuli was standing outside the door. His long black hair was soaked and stuck to his pale face. His eyes were blank and his whole body was trembling slightly, like a female ghost crawling out of the water.

The moment the door opened, he fell backwards. Liuli's pupils shrank, as if he was being chased by a forgotten nightmare.

So she reached out and held him.

"nufufufu...it seems like you don't hate this gift."

Mori Ogai walked out of the darkness, purple mist floating around his body, and he was not wet at all by the rain.

D. Spedo smiled, he possessed Mori Ogai and easily controlled him to walk here.

The first thing Dazai Osamu asked him to do was to hand over Moriou's diplomacy to the girl in front of him.

As for Ruri Kazama, she was just a good-looking extra. He delivered the goods to Dazai Osamu's door just to cause trouble for him.

Spedo stood at the junction of light and darkness. He looked up at the girl who was in the whirlpool and seemed to have nothing to do with anything.

Her face was slightly blurry in the hazy light, but it was so familiar that it made people's hearts ache.

She has long silver hair, purple eyes, and a rose gem necklace around her slender neck. When she is not smiling, she looks like the priestess holding the Ceresus in John Goddard's paintings.

He looks at everyone with the same melancholy, scrutiny, innocence and indifference.

D. Spedo opened his eyes wide, and his soul hidden in Mori Ogai's body suddenly began to tremble. He wanted to escape immediately, but he couldn't help but move forward.

He stepped into the light.

"Adele..."

Four hundred years passed by like the rain, and a face so familiar yet so strange appeared in his eyes. Panic, astonishment, and an ecstasy that was difficult to describe in words flashed in Spedo's eyes.

He will never admit his mistake.

He once rubbed his cheek against her chest lovingly and devoutly, once kissed her eyes with trembling lips, and once curled up in her arms, sucking in the irreplaceable sense of security and spiritual comfort.

He would never mistake Adèle Rimbaud.

Four hundred years ago, Adele Rimbaud appeared suddenly and disappeared just as suddenly as love did.

Spedo felt himself trembling, from his soul to his nonexistent body, he seemed to be swallowed up by the roaring flood of judgment, and he could not utter a word.

"Mori Ogai..."

Liuli pulled Fengjian Liuli into the house. The other party fell on the soft carpet, curled up into a ball, staring blankly at the orange chandelier with unfocused eyes.

"Or should I call you something else?"

"An illusionist like you shouldn't be an unknown person."

Liuli looked at the person in front of her with a changeable expression, her beautiful eyebrows and eyelashes were slightly furrowed, making it impossible to tell her emotions.

Spedo didn't know how to respond.

Time is the noose around his neck. The former Vongola First Generation Kirimori is now just an unwilling undead spirit, possessing others and manipulating them.

He was no longer the invincible Apollo, or even the Icarus chasing the sun.

He's just a resentful ghost.

Spedo stood blankly under the light, feeling as if he were back in that noisy banquet four hundred years ago.

"Forget it, what are you doing here?"

Liuli felt slightly tired of the silence, so she asked again.

"This is a gift," Spedo heard himself say. "I'm giving you Mori Ogai as an apology."

"He contacted the Special Ability Department and planned to use the French spy to exchange for a business license."

"I see." Liuli replied in an ambiguous tone, "But what does this have to do with you?"

"As far as I can remember, I don't seem to have a close enough relationship with any illusionist to give gifts to him."

Spedo's breath was choked and he was speechless for a moment.

Liuli finally frowned. After a bad day, she had to open the door in the rain in the early morning and look at an annoying old man. This feeling was terrible.

She took a step forward, as if intending to take a closer look at the devil hiding under Moriou's skin.

There is no sense of service at all, just disturbing people's sleep.

Spedo subconsciously took a step back.

The purple mist was wet by the rain, and Mori Ogai fell backwards. This time, Liuli did not reach out his hand.

Mori Ogai fell at the door.

Spedo fled in panic.