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

When Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru returned, the sunlight had transformed into a hazy mist, and the fiery afterglow ignited half the sky.

Tenriko was still running around happily on the beach. She was the one having the most fun among everyone, and the imminent death didn't seem to have any effect on her at all.

Minamoto no Chitose was sitting on the beach building a sand castle. His movements were very detailed, as if he was planning to replicate the Kanto Shrine on a one-to-one scale.

Yuan Zhisheng was lying on a beach chair, holding an opened coconut in his hand and sucking it happily.

Wangyue Liuli walked alone along the coastline, holding a small bucket in her hand. It was unclear whether she was picking up shells or secretly attacking the small crabs brought up by the tide.

The sea breeze at dusk is the gentlest, the temperature and humidity are just right, there is a red flame burning in the distant sky, and the sea water also has a faint red glow.

Gojo Satoru hid the rose behind him and strode forward. Next to him, Geto Satsuki suddenly asked,

"Satoru, have you made up your mind?"

"of course."

When Geto saw him turn his head, his six bright eyes were filled with an indescribable seriousness. "I've made up my mind for many years."

It's obvious that when he was in high school, he was still like a childish boy who never grew up, and he would make the senior singer and the principal Ye Moth so angry that they clenched their fists.

But now, he is like a mature adult, able to make decisions that affect his life.

Geto Suguru's expression was as calm as ever, and there seemed to be no ripples in his heart.

It's just a little regretful. Regardless of whether Gojo Satoru's proposal is successful or not today, he will get a reward.

He couldn't even see the consolation award this afternoon, so whether the proposal was successful tonight had little to do with him.

It's not unrelated. If we hold a Western-style wedding, maybe he can be a best man.

As Geto's thoughts raced, he heard Gojo Satoru continue, "Ever since I was very young, I've felt that Ruri-chan is my guiding light."

His voice drifted closer and farther with the sea breeze, clear and vague.

"The word 'future' only makes people feel excited when it is put in the same context as her."

“Otherwise, it’s meaningless.”

Geto Xiayou smiled lightly, "If that's the case, then you must be happy."

He said this with sincere blessings and equal expectations, "Be happy."

The two of them walked forward together, as if they were walking towards happiness that was just around the corner.

The first person to notice their arrival was Kuroi Misato. She smiled and nodded, and then Tennenoriko also jumped up and waved to the two of them.

Genji just turned her head, gave a purely polite smile, and shifted her gaze to Liuli.

Yuan Zhisheng on the beach chair didn't react much. Wangyue Liuli in the distance turned around and was startled for a moment by the huge difference in their attire.

As if she realized something, she raised a bright smile and trotted towards Gojo Satoru. Her long silver-white hair was blown by the sea breeze, shining with a warm golden-red light.

There was also a smile on Gojo Satoru's face, everything was just right.

Geto Suguru breathed a sigh of relief. In the TV series, the next thing that would happen is that the hero and heroine would hug each other and kiss each other and live a happy life.

"boom--"

The sound was very soft, but it could not be hidden from the sorcerer's excellent five senses.

Did something get knocked over? Did a coconut fall from a tree? Did a child's balloon burst?

Geto Suguru subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came from. His gaze swept across Gojo Satoru's face in an instant, and then stopped on his face.

"Satoru?"

Gojo Satoru froze in place, like a statue of a god standing by the sea. The smile on his face had not yet completely faded, clinging to his flesh in a funny posture, like a faded New Year picture that had not been completely torn off.

His face took on a cold, lifeless pallor, as if all the blood had been drained from him in an instant.

At the same time, Geto Suguru could hear the sound of the waves gently surging, the sound of beach chairs being crushed, the sound of Tenriko's terrified screams, and the sound of Minamoto's heartbreaking cries...

An unknown fear climbed up his heart, and in a flash, Geto Suguru finally realized what the voice meant. He turned his head to look where Gojo Satoru was looking, and his cervical vertebrae cracked as he turned his head.

Red, so much red, overwhelming red...

Red hair, red skirt, red sand, red ocean...

Geto Suguru had never felt so disgusted, he even hated the color red.

Bright red blood flowed down Wangyue Liuli's neck, leaving a deep bloody line that tore her neck in half.

Blood gushed out, staining her silver-white hair, her porcelain-white skin, and her white dress red...

So much blood sprayed on the ground that it even dyed the golden sand and the blue sea red...

There was so much blood, like hot magma surging up from beneath the surface, engulfing the entire sky and ocean.

In the evening of a summer night, there was only a hint of red in Geto Suguru's eyes.

He stood there in a daze, feeling as if all the strength in his body had been drained away.

Gojo Satoru also stood there, looking blankly ahead, his eyelashes trembling slightly, like a frozen statue.

In his trembling pupils, Wangyue Liuli was completely soaked in blood. She stood on the edge of life, shaky, as thin as a stained piece of white paper.

How long has passed?

One twelfth of a second? One ninth of a second? One third of a second…

Gojo Satoru saw her fall backwards, and her indigo eyes, which were as bright as stars and as crystal as gems, gradually lost their luster and focus.

Her gradually blurred eyes were still looking at him.

Confusion, astonishment, and panic mixed together in her eyes. At the moment of falling backwards, she reached out to Gojo Satoru.

It was like a deliberately stretched slow motion shot.

Gojo Satoru's mind was blank. He didn't think of anything, and he didn't have time to think of anything. He just ran forward as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Every part of my body could feel the flow of the wind. At this moment, my heart was like a cracked plastic bag, with the sea breeze blowing through the cracks, making a whistling sound.

What is he going to do?

He wanted to propose to Wangyue Liuli, he wanted to kiss her under the fireworks, and he wanted to live a happy life with her...

He wanted to grab her outstretched hand, he wanted to stop the blood from flowing, he wanted to keep that person...

He wants to save Wangyue Liuli!

The rose slipped out of my hand in an instant and was blown to pieces by the fast-flowing sea breeze. The noisy sounds in my ears disappeared in an instant. The world was so silent, like a black and white silent film playing over and over again.

In a black and white scene, among the scattered petals, their fingertips brushed against each other in the cracks of time.

Covered in blood, Wangyue Liuli fell lightly to the ground in the afterglow of the sunset, like a puppet with its strings cut.

Her eyes were not closed, but her pupils were cold and dead, without a trace of light.

The next moment, Gojo Satoru fell heavily beside her, and bright red blood splattered on his hair and eyelashes, staining the pure white red.

He tried to raise his head, and only saw the girl's long red and white hair and skirt fluttering in the sea breeze.

Gojo Satoru had a dazed look on his face.

He suddenly hated his six eyes, which could so clearly sense that the girl's chest was no longer rising and falling; he suddenly hated his hearing, which could so clearly detect that the girl's heart was no longer beating.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, as if he was grasping at the last straw, and his eyes suddenly lit up with a certain bright color:

"Glass, glass, there's still glass to be found!"

"I'll call Glass right now. My cell phone... my cell phone?"

He frantically rummaged through his pockets, and a delicate little box rolled out as he moved, spun around a few times on the sand, and hit Rose's shattered body.

"The phone... was found..."

"Satoru."

Someone was calling him, but the voice was so soft that it seemed like it could be easily blown away by the sea breeze.

Gojo Satoru didn't respond. He finally took out his cell phone, but he broke the keyboard because he used too much force.

"It's no use even if you hit Nozomi." Geto Suguru was standing not too far away, with a few scattered roses under his feet, which hurt him a lot.

His tone was calm, almost cold, and sounded like some kind of judgment and ruling.

"She's dead."

"You can't use the reversal technique on a dead person."