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

"What nonsense are you talking about to someone else's wife, little brat!"

Gojo Satoru looked at Dazai Osamu, his six eyes full of scrutiny, his expression showing clear sharpness and arrogance.

"The person in front of you is my wife."

"From the moment she walked into the Gojo family ten years ago, she's been my fiancée; five years ago..."

When he said this, he paused, "Five years ago, I thought she was dead."

"At that time, I was the one who held the funeral for her. She was my wife."

"We watched the moon, fireworks, and Mount Fuji together; we played chess, read books, and chased butterflies on the promenade together."

"We've shared delicious snacks together, and sneaked out of the house to play together..."

"We agreed to go to the amusement park together, to see all the oceans in the world together, I would buy Mount Fuji for her, and we would climb to the top together and dance in the sunshine and snow."

The corners of Gojo Satoru's lips curled up in a curve that had nothing to do with gentleness. He told Dazai Osamu about the past that was engraved in his memory, one sentence at a time, but his eyes were fixed on the calm Ruri.

It's like I'm afraid that a dream will disappear without a warning.

"She told me countless stories every night, just to me."

"During the day, I wiped away her tears countless times, just me."

"She said I was more important than anyone else in the world. She said I was the only one she cared about in the world."

Gojo Satoru's eyelashes trembled like seabird feathers. In the dusk, he clung tightly to the fragile memories and refused to let go.

"You said..."

"You will wait for me..."

"No matter how much time passes, no matter how many people stand between us, you will wait for me..."

"You said you were my Scheherazade."

"But after one thousand and one nights, I fell in love with you, but you didn't want me anymore..."

"Then why is she crying?" Lan Tang walked over step by step.

"If you love her, if, as you say, she is your fiancée, she is your beloved wife."

"Then how could you bear to make her cry?"

Lan Tang's expression did not change at all. Dazai Osamu's confession did not arouse his interest at all, and Gojo Satoru's description of the past did not move him at all.

He looked at Gojo Satoru. There was not much difference in height between them, but Rantang's eyes clearly had the condescending look of an adult.

"I took Adele to the amusement park..."

He only needed one sentence to attract Gojo Satoru's attention.

"She loves running around with balloons at the amusement park."

"We also went to the beach together. She loved wearing a white dress and picking up shells on the beach. We also climbed Mount Fuji together. There was nothing special about that mountain. That was our consensus."

"I told her stories, cooked for her, tied her hair, and picked out her clothes..."

"But I never wiped her tears."

Lan Tang's eyes were cold and dark, and his blunt words shattered all the beautiful pictures that Gojo Satoru had drawn in his yellowed memories.

"Because I would never let her cry for me."

"I will never let her wait!"

Lan Tang stopped looking at Gojo Satoru who was standing there in a daze and turned his gaze to Dazai Osamu who was standing beside him.

Compared to what he said to Gojo Satoru, he was more direct with Dazai.

"Dazai-kun, Dr. Mori is still waiting for you at the Port Mafia. Have you reported what you just said to your parents?"

After saying this, he ignored Dazai's suddenly gloomy expression, walked to Liuli's side, opened his arms, and showed the same gentle expression as every day in the past five years.

"Adele, let's go home together."

Without asking what happened, without trying to understand what the past was like, just saying -

Let’s go home together.

We, together, go home.

These three words grew from Lan Tang's lips and tongue, and blossomed into a flower called happiness.

Liuli couldn't help but laugh, and her whole body relaxed.

She reached out and took the flower that Dazai was still holding in his palm, looked at Dazai's eyes that lit up for a moment, and said gently,

"Dazai-kun, are you truly ready to walk into the future with me?"

"The future I'm talking about isn't the one you imagine where we die together, but the one where we live together."

Dazai Osamu fell into a moment of confusion. His palms were empty, and even the wind passing through seemed more ethereal than before.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want to die."

“Death is like being locked in a small box, unable to move, speak, or cry…”

"All I can do is keep forgetting, first the memories, then the emotions, and finally myself..."

"That's so sad."

Her eyes passed over Dazai Osamu's shoulder and looked at Lan Tang who was still waiting there. Her eyebrows and eyes softened suddenly.

"and……"

"I want to live, I want to be happy, and I want to spend every summer with someone."

As Dazai Osamu's expression gradually became blank, her expression became more gentle and tolerant.

"More importantly, you can't get my love and learn to love again."

"Because if you don't learn how to love me, you'll never be able to get my love."

"I will only fall in love with someone who loves me."

Liuli came closer, and under the hazy moonlight, she gently hugged Dazai.

"When I wrote my first reply, I bought a mouse-gray pinstriped linen kimono..."

"But I didn't know whether I should send it out, so the dress has been kept at the store."

"Every autumn, I've bought different sizes of mouse-gray pinstripe linen kimonos from the same store and have kept them there."

"I think that when I meet the reader who wrote to me, I can give him all these kimonos and tell him..."

"I'm so looking forward to you living to see next summer."

"This summer, I finally met you."

"Happy summer, Dazai-kun."

"If you're still alive this fall, let's go eat crabs together."

“Crabs are the most delicious in autumn.”

The moonlight shone on Dazai Osamu's pale face, and an inexplicable feeling of powerlessness swept over him. His expression was helpless like a child, yet mature like an adult.

"Teacher, you are too cunning."

"You're like a witch playing tricks on people. After you said that, I just can't forget you at all."

He hugged Liuli back hard, then took the initiative to leave her.

"Besides, after you said that, I don't want to die in the summer again."

I wanted to wear that brand new mouse-gray pinstriped linen kimono and eat crabs with her. Just thinking about it made me unwilling to die.

"Teacher, thank you for your summer. It is so beautiful."

"Let's meet again in the fall."

Dazai Osamu waved to her, his iris-colored eyes sparkling like the stars in the sky.

Liuli also smiled. She carefully put the white rose into her pocket and looked at Gojo Satoru who was silent on the side.

"Gojo-kun..."

Liuli's tone was so gentle, just like the countless times she had spoken to him in the past.

But this was the first time she called him Gojo-kun.

Gojo Satoru's lips trembled slightly and he was speechless.

"You got the wrong person."

"My name is Randou Ruri. I live in Yokohama. I have an older brother who I depend on for everything. We live a very happy life together."

"The dead will not come back to life."

"Your wife may have waited for you somewhere for a long, long time, and then was taken away by a sudden death."

"I understand your sadness, but I'm not her. I'm very sorry."

After saying this, she stopped looking at the two people on the beach, turned around and threw herself into Lan Tang's arms, hugging him tightly with the last warmth and light of summer.

"Brother, let's go home."

Lan Tang picked up the girl and walked towards home under the moonlight.

At the end of the 1,001st night, the king fell in love with Scheherazade, and they lived happily together.

That's what fairy tales go on.

But did Scheherazade fall in love with the king?

The fairy tale didn't tell.

Behind them, Gojo Satoru unconsciously raised his hand, his fingertips slightly bent, and a blue light slowly condensed.