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

"Candy apples, octopus balls, shooting, scooping goldfish..."

Lan Tang held Liuli's hand and counted the things they had eaten and the activities they had played together one by one.

"It's obviously sour apples and meatballs." Liuli couldn't help but complain.

"It's called a candy apple, but it tastes super sour. It's called an octopus ball, but I didn't get any octopus at all. It's like a scam."

Lan Tang tilted his head to look at her, thinking her mumbling was cute, "But Adele asked me to make wife cakes before, and there was no wife in them."

"But there's a brother out there, so it should be called Brother Cake, because it's made by my brother."

"Brother Cake." Lan Tang seemed to be thinking about it. "It sounds good, but I feel like there's something weird about it."

"Because a brother can't be a wife, and a wife can't be a brother, so of course it's weird."

Liuli said casually, and after she finished speaking, she also felt that the logic was weird, so she simply skipped the topic.

"Okay, okay, don't think too much. The fireworks are about to be set off. Let's go to a wider place to watch."

Lan Tang's brain, which had been in a relaxed state, fell into a vicious circle.

He mechanically reached out and picked up Liuli again, walking towards the lawn, but his mind was still thinking about the question just now.

A brother cannot become a wife, and a wife cannot become a brother.

Why can’t my brother be my wife?

Why can’t my wife become my brother?

Is there any incompatibility between the identities of brother and wife?

"call out--"

"boom--"

The sound of fireworks exploding interrupted Lan Tang's thoughts. Colorful fireworks shot up from the ground into the sky, blooming with brilliant brilliance in the air.

Lan Tang subconsciously hugged the girl in his arms tighter, letting her sit in his arms in a more comfortable position.

The red fireworks were like the sun rising at midnight, filling most of the sky with a misty red silk. Then came the blue sea, golden roses, silver-white flying birds, and green forests...

The sky was painted with various colors, and the light almost drove away all the darkness.

"It's so beautiful."

Liuli looked up at the sky and murmured.

Lan Tang turned to look at her. The girl had a rare bright smile on her face, and her eyes were sparkling, like the sweet coating of bitter fruit.

"If Adele likes it, let's come and see it next year," he said with a smile.

Liuli smiled and nodded. Just as she was about to respond to him, she noticed that Lan Tang's body inexplicably stiffened for a moment.

She followed Lan Tang's gaze towards the dark corner, and a firework suddenly exploded, lighting up the night not far away.

The boy with short orange hair and blue eyes was wearing a sweatshirt and holding a round, shiny apple in his hand. He seemed to not know where to start eating it.

Someone nearby shouted in a mocking tone, "Chuuya, why did you buy this..."

"Chuuya, this is your first time attending a fireworks festival, so you probably don't know that you can't eat apples."

"Luckily you didn't bite it, otherwise your teeth would be sore."

……

She didn't hear a word of what was said next. The sound of her heart beating violently blocked out all the noise and clamor.

The smile on Liuli's face disappeared in an instant. She looked pale, her temples were throbbing, and her whole body was tense.

The light brought by the fireworks was fleeting, and the world returned to a brief darkness. Lan Tang still stood there motionless.

Liuli's hand was on his neck, and in her palm, she felt a slight vibration in her carotid artery.

If now, at this very moment, she used her cursed power to strengthen herself, could she strangle Lan Tang to death directly?

This thought inexplicably emerged in Liuli's mind, burning her reason like a raging fire.

He was lost in his memories and had no time to react.

He was defenseless and perhaps too late to fight back.

As long as I'm fast enough and strong enough, I can kill him right here.

Rather than waiting for him to recover his memory and then die at the hands of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya, it would be better for him to die at my hands.

Just think of it as a painful end to their nearly seven years of happiness.

Liuli looked at Lan Tang's profile. Flickering light danced on his face. His eyes were indescribably gloomy as he stared into the dark distance.

Liuli's grip slowly tightened.

Lan Tang's neck was completely pressed against her palm, his carotid artery beating gently, like a nightingale struggling to death before dawn, with blood on its chest.

The singing and crying bird was fluttering in her closed fingertips, and she was afraid of hurting him and also afraid of being hurt by him.

In that brief moment, memories flooded back, and Liuli seemed to be submerged in the sea. Through the boundless blue, she finally saw her broken memories.

Hidden inside was her own body, covered in blood and dying.

That is not the sea, it is Gojo Satoru's eyes.

That wasn't sea water, it was Gojo Satoru crying.

Because Wangyue Liuli is going to die.

In other words, she had already died once before being killed by Ryomen Sukuna.

Right on the coast of Okinawa.

In Gojo Satoru's tearful eyes.

……

Lan Tang froze in place.

The familiar coldness enveloped him in an instant. He felt like a skeleton frozen to death under the ice, losing all perception of the outside world.

The first half of his life was like half a glass of leftover wine, with countless bubbles called happiness rushing upwards, and then bursting the moment they came into contact with the air, leaving no trace behind.

All that was left in the cup was the almost bitter cold wine.

There was red light, black fire, and he himself was injured in the back and had no time to defend himself.

Go forward, keep going forward.

There was another person standing next to him.

He has long golden hair and blue eyes, like the setting sun falling into the sea.

who's that person?

His name is...

he is……

"Paul..."

The name suddenly came out of his mouth, like an accompaniment inserted halfway through a piece of music.

What followed was a dull pain in the back, coupled with a chill emanating from the bone marrow, which almost overwhelmed Lan Tang in an instant.

A drop of water interrupted his trembling.

Lan Tang subconsciously turned his head to look. In the dark night after the fireworks had burned out, the girl in his arms was crying quietly.