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

Totsuka Tadara left his cell phone number and planned to leave the rooftop.

For him, the most important thing to do at this moment is to go back to the homra bar and tell Zun and Kusanagi what happened tonight.

It's not that he was underestimating himself, but he knew very well that his value was not enough to make someone wait on the rooftop to kill him.

If someone wants to do this, they are most likely targeting Zun.

I must go back quickly to remind them.

Shishu took the phone and clicked his fingers on the keys. He saved the four words "Miss Angel" into the phone's address book, then raised a satisfied smile and waved happily at Liuli.

"Well, Miss Angel, I'll be leaving now."

"If you have time, you are welcome to visit the homra bar. I will definitely treat you well."

He said this, but did not leave immediately.

Instead, he took two steps forward, clasped his hands together, and then suddenly opened them, his fingers like blooming flowers.

"I really don't have anything else to say as a thank you, so please watch a magic show."

In the palm of his hand, crimson flames slowly rose, converging like interwoven lines, and then ascended like a comet into the night sky.

Red butterflies flew out from his palms, followed by tiny nightingales, and then plump snowy owls...

They emerged one after another, flew towards Liuli recklessly, and circled around her.

A butterfly landed on the back of her hand, and a nightingale was singing on the railing not far from her, with a few scattered sparks coming out of its mouth.

The snowy owl seemed to be too fat to fly, and could only move forward close to the ground like a free-range chicken, clumsily rubbing against her dark blue high heels under her black lace-embroidered skirt.

The flame was so warm but not scorching, like a firework, a hug.

The entire night seemed to be lit up by the fire on the rooftop. Under the bright moon, the sky was filled with dancing fire butterflies, like a dream in Shakespeare's sonnets.

Liuli looked up at the bright night sky, her voice dry and she could hardly speak.

Her heart seemed to be stuck by an overly thin wire, slowing down every beat.

"it's beautiful."

After a while, Liuli murmured, her voice just like a butterfly crying like a dove.

The flames slowly dissipated, but Toushu Duoduoliang's open hand was still open, and there was a shiny fruit candy in his palm.

It wasn't an expensive one, just the cheapest kind you'd find in the store, fruit candies wrapped in cellophane.

Red, apple-flavored hard candy.

"Thank you again for saving me, Miss Angel."

His caramel-colored eyes curved into two crescents, and the emotions revealed in his eyes and eyebrows were sincere and touching. When he smiled, he looked harmless like a herbivorous deer.

"I'm so lucky to have met you."

Jutsu Tadara said this with certainty, as if stating some truth about the world.

Unexpectedly, Liuli's voice did become a little gentler, and even the look in her eyes when she looked at him was not as penetrating and sharp as at the beginning.

She picked up the candy and said casually in a soft voice, "Then you should go back earlier."

"After all, you can thank me better if you're alive. If you die, wouldn't all my efforts tonight be in vain?"

Juzuka Tadara's pupils flickered. He was not slow-witted, but rather quite keenly aware of the kindness in these words.

Someone was targeting him.

And it seems that he hasn't given up yet.

Only by returning to homra in time and under the protection of the king can you be safe.

Jutsu Tadoroki nodded obediently and said with a smile, "I look forward to meeting you next time."

"Goodbye, Miss Angel."

He said again, "Goodbye."

It seems that if I say it a few more times, we can really see each other again sooner.