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

Liuli knew nothing about this.

She buried her face in Lan Tang's arms, his heartbeat colliding with hers.

The lights are warm, the violets on the table are warm, and the gifts piled on the sofa are warm.

Lan Tang is also warm.

The normal human body temperature is 36.5c, and Lan Tang's body temperature is... warm.

It is beautiful dresses, lipsticks and jewel hairpins; it is sweet cookies, fruit candies and cream cakes; it is interesting balloons, headdresses, windmills...

There are countless happy memories and endless happy times.

It is the past that is gradually forgotten, and it is the future that holds hope.

It’s Lan Tang.

In a moment, all the expressions on Liuli's face faded away, leaving only a blank.

She didn't know when it started, but she cared more about Lan Tang himself than his abilities.

It was obvious that when I first approached this person, I just wanted to get his body and supernatural powers.

Wait until the day he remembers Wei Laine, wait until the day he decides to take Huang Batu away, wait until he recalls the moment he was betrayed and chooses to die.

In Arthur Rimbaud's most painful, desperate and confused moment.

She would appear before him crying.

She recounted the past when she and Lan Tang depended on each other, cried about the promise he had not kept, and finally, revealed her weak and helpless attitude, feeling that she could not live without him.

Make him feel guilty.

Make him regret it.

It made him willingly read himself as a mutant, give up his human identity, and stay with her in this form forever.

Never separate.

This is why Liuli chose Lan Tang in the first place.

But at this moment, she had no way to continue with this plan.

Whenever I think of Lan Tang’s body temperature changing from warm to cold, whenever I think of the person most important to Lan Tang changing from her to another person.

Just think that one day he would expose all her lies and leave her; just think that he would change from Lan Tang to Arthur Rimbaud.

Liuli felt genuine pain.

He was the possession she found. He had indulged her into the miserable state she is now, but he wanted to leave her one day in the future.

It's impossible!

Never allow it!

Liuli took two deep breaths to calm her disordered heartbeat. Countless emotions overflowed from her indigo pupils, finally forming a complex expression that was difficult to describe.

Broken and moving.

Hard and cold.

Liuli raised her head from Lan Tang's arms. He picked her up and let her sit in his arms like a child.

She held Lan Tang's face, resting her forehead against his, with a gentle smile on her face.

"Happy birthday, brother."

Lan Tang looked at her with gentle eyes. He noticed the huge emotional fluctuations of the girl in his arms just now, but he didn't ask anything.

He had enough patience to wait for the day when she was willing to tell him everything.

"Happy birthday, Adele."

"I've prepared a cake and presents. Do you want to make a wish and blow out the candles first, or open the presents first?"

"Blow out the candles first!" Liuli smiled brightly, "Let's do it together!"

All the candles on the cake were blown out. Through the wisps of smoke, the two looked at each other with drooping eyelashes and made silent wishes in their hearts.

"God, I want him to live. I want to hold his hand and spend every summer together."

"God, I want her to be happy. I want to hold her hand and spend every summer together."