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

"In fact, for a long time, I felt that I didn't like you that much."

Gojo Satoru stood there, watching Liuli's figure gradually walking away, and spoke softly.

The sound was so soft that it seemed like a whisper, and it seemed that it would be blown away by the sea breeze in an instant.

"I don't understand why they are so secretive when they mention you. They don't even dare to say your name in front of me."

"I don't understand why I would want someone to restore your room to its original state and fill it with things you don't even like."

"I don't understand why I left half of every snack, including my favorite, the edamame cream-flavored Kikufuku. I waited in line for an incredibly long time!"

"I really don't understand..."

His eyes were fixed on the backs of the two figures, one big and one small. As the distance increased, the two small shadows merged together.

Gojo Satoru was still looking in that direction, not even willing to tremble his eyelashes.

His irises seemed to be deeply stung by the rice-sized shadow, like a rose thorn piercing a finger.

"Jay said, it's because I love you."

"But when he said that, my first reaction was confusion."

"Do I love you?"

"If I love you, then why haven't you become a cursed spirit?"

"Love is the most terrible curse in the world, and I am the most powerful sorcerer in the world."

"If I love you, then you should become the most powerful curse spirit in the world."

"This...this..."

"I can become the enemy of the whole world for you, because you were born under the curse of my love. I love you so, so much."

The young man named Gojo Satoru is a genius that only appears once in a hundred years or even a thousand years in the world of sorcery. He is the son of God of the Gojo family and the greatest support for the sorcery world to maintain its current status.

He was born to be the center of attention, outstanding and extraordinary. The difference between him and ordinary sorcerers is almost greater than the difference between sorcerers and ordinary people.

The Gojo family deified him, and he himself once believed that there was nothing in the world that he could not obtain.

As a result, he rarely felt joy and never felt sorrow.

Until he met Mochizuki Liuli.

Unlike everyone else, she pretends to like him with clumsy skills, but at the same time she is fearless and not afraid of him at all, Mochizuki Liuli.

On the one hand, you will say that Lord Wu is the strongest sorcerer, and on the other hand, you will say that the increase in curses has nothing to do with you, and is caused by the national GDP dropping too much and the people being unhappy.

Mochizuki Liuli said that she would wait for him forever, but left him without hesitation.

Most of his joy in the first nineteen years came from her, and all the sorrow in the first half of his life came from her.

Does he love her or not?

It was nothing more than all the happy memories of childhood, nothing more than the vast majority of the good old days, nothing more than a fantasy of the happiness that once existed in the future...

It was nothing more than the rage of wanting to kill all curse masters, nothing more than the dull ache in my heart at the sight of certain words, nothing more than the liar who had withdrawn...

It’s just Wangyue Liuli.

A dazzling light flashed from Gojo Satoru's fingertips, almost illuminating the entire dark night on the beach.

Dazai Osamu next to him just watched quietly, his face blank under the bright light, neither sad nor happy.

"As long as you die, I will know whether I love you or not."

Gojo Satoru's voice became lower and lower, like a cub whimpering, like a god crying.

"If after you die, I will be sad for you again, cry for you, and hold a funeral for you, that will prove that I really love you."

"If after you die I will hate summer again, and hate the sea, and hate the night, then it will prove that I really love you."

"If after you die, you turn into a cursed spirit and come to kill me at all costs, it proves that I really love you."

But... but...

If I loved you, if I did love you...

The light on his fingertips slowly dissipated, like fireflies scattering in the summer.

The beach was dark again.

"I would want you to live."

"Do I love you?"

"I think I love you."

"But you're so bad, you're such a terrible liar. You've been lying to me since the moment we met, you've been lying to me for ten whole years, you've been lying to me about sharing everything with you, you've been lying to me about you always being with me."

"You are so bad, why do I still like you?"

"You are the worst Scheherazade in the world. You make all my summers miserable."

"I don't like summer anymore."

But... but...

"I still like you very much."

"I will also give you a rose on the beach, I will also take you to the amusement park and the beach, I will also learn to cook for you, comb your hair, and I will also learn to make you stop crying..."

"I've already said this, can't you give me a little more time?"

"You can continue to lie to me."

"Give me another thousand and one nights, and I will make you fall in love with me too."

No one responded to him on the beach.

Only the bitter sea breeze blew away the cold moonlight.

The thousand and first night passed, and the king fell in love with Scheherazade.

But Scheherazade chose to leave the king.

She took the king's heart and the whole kingdom's summer.

On the one thousand and second night, Scheherazade was finally able to sleep through the night, no longer worried or afraid.

What accompanied her were long-lost dreams and days worth looking forward to.

Gojo Satoru looked up at the moon in the sky, his lips pursed into a straight line, his clear blue eyes were blank, with nothing in them.

"Goodbye, Scheherazade."

"Good night, Scheherazade."