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

In the ruins of Leibo Street, Dazai Osamu slowly stood up.

He reached out and touched his chest. There was no trace of blood. His black coat was as smooth as new. Even the wound caused by Lan Tang had disappeared.

He looked up blankly, and the whole world was silent.

Everyone stood frozen in place. He looked around at the people around him and roughly estimated that their time had been rewound to about an hour ago.

Dazai Osamu breathed a sigh of relief.

He himself didn't know how he felt at the moment. He wanted to bring happiness to someone, but ended up bringing misfortune to her. Just thinking about this made him so painful that he almost suffocated.

Fortunately, everything can still be salvaged.

Dazai Osamu turned his head and looked at where Randou was.

He knew that Teacher Liuli was also there at the moment, which made him eager to escape from this place, but he was also afraid that once he escaped at this moment, they would never see each other again.

There was no expression on his face, and his heart was beating surprisingly slowly, like a feather, floating so lightly that it dared not fall to the ground.

Does he really have no selfish motives?

Dazai Osamu asked himself in his heart.

That must be impossible.

Although he sincerely desired Teacher Liuli to be happy, he was by no means a generous saint.

Even Mr. Liuli knows this; he is Sir Larmore the Beheaded, not Saint John.

On the one hand, he wanted Teacher Liuli to be happy, but on the other hand, he was afraid that she would be too happy, so that she would forget about him and abandon him in the cold sea.

He was the only one sinking slowly, slowly in the sea.

Unable to send out a call for help.

I opened my eyes and looked around, but I felt like a freshwater fish, dying a painful and slow death in the deep sea where there was no light.

The world was solid ice again, or perhaps it had always been like that, melting only briefly to lure him into the warm waters before freezing again.

The pain is so persistent, moving like a snail with patience.

Happiness is so short-lived, like a rabbit's tail passing across the autumn grassland*.

Lan Tang is disappearing.

Liuli was still kneeling in the same place. Lan Tang in her arms turned into foam and disappeared in the sunlight like the little mermaid at the rising sun.

When Dazai Osamu saw this scene, he unexpectedly calmed down.

It was as if a huge hole had been drilled in his heart. Reason, emotion, or anything else belonging to humanity, all flowed away in this hole, leaving him with only an empty heart.

To lose and then find again is the greatest happiness in the world, to gain and then lose again is the greatest misfortune in the world.

But correspondingly, he never really got it, so there is no question of losing it.

It was just that he wanted to share the grace from hell with the savior, but he suddenly realized it when the tragedy ended.

It turns out that love and conspiracy are incompatible.

……

The clocks that filled the sight disappeared one after another, they shattered one after another, the scattered light and shadows enveloped Lan Tang, and they went together to a distant place that no one knew.

But Liuli knew that he did not disappear, but just felt the change of time and the world, and became a rich and precious treasure.

One day, he will return to her.

The waiting time may be very long, but Liuli no longer feels fear or loss about it.

She already had the invincible summer of a poet.

General Wang was perhaps the one who came to his senses the fastest. The long sword in his hand was still stained with blood. This cunning evil ghost had already noticed the changes in the plan, so he retreated quickly and wanted to leave here.

But Liuli raised her head and glanced at him lightly.

At that moment, he heard the sound of the hour hand ticking.

Click, click...

After waking up, Fengjian Liuli looked at the scene in a trance. The white mist disappeared and the world was silent. He and the king were so close that he could see the fear in his eyes.

One could clearly see the man's body rapidly hunching over, his exposed skin covered in wrinkles, his eyes like muddy sewage...

The monster he hated, the devil he feared, the enemy he dreamed of killing, aged rapidly right before his eyes, and then turned into dust along with his clothes and white mask.

Even the ashes are not distinguishable.

When this man was alive, he stood on Tokyo Tower with the ambition to eat the world, but when he died, he was blown away by a breeze, leaving no trace.

“Hahaha…hahaha…hahahahahahaha…”

Fengjian Liuli threw down the knife in his hand and couldn't help laughing. His whole body was trembling like an actor on the stage, exaggerated, artificial, empty and sad.

He hated Wang Jiang so much, hated him for turning him into a demon, hated him for separating him from his brother, hated him for making everything irreversible...

Now the devil is finally dead.

It turns out that demons can also die.

He will die of time and of God.

No one paid any attention to him.

Liuli stood up. Her legs were numb and she felt indescribably tired. Now she just wanted to go back to the house and have a good sleep.

Nakahara Chuuya stood there. He hadn't yet reacted to what had happened. When he saw Liuli, his whole body trembled, and his blue eyes were filled with shock and helplessness.

He even felt a little guilty, but he didn't know what he was feeling guilty about.

After all, he was the victim who was confused and unlucky the whole time, was inexplicably dragged into the Shura field, was beaten half to death, and almost suffered a mental breakdown.

He hesitated and wanted to go forward and say something, but felt that nothing he said would be right.

It was your brother who wanted to kill me, and I was just forced to fight back.

Anyway, I didn't kill him, so let's continue to be good friends, right?

If I say this, I'm afraid we can't even be friends, let alone strangers.

Zhongyuan Zhongye just has low emotional intelligence, not no emotional intelligence.

In the end, he just stood there and watched Liuli walk away.

Dazai Osamu also stood there, his heart was empty, only a blank was left, his brain was stiff, only a void.

He tried his best to kill Lan Tang, and racked his brains to save him.

He failed to kill him at first, and failed to save him later. In the end, he failed to do anything.

So what else is there to think about?

Don't think about anything. Find a sea, a river, a tall building where you can see the sky, and then fall into a deep sleep. That's what he should do.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko opened his eyes wide in surprise. In order to ensure that the world would not be truly destroyed, only their physical time was reversed, and all their memories remained.

"Teacher Liuli, are you also a person with special abilities? Was that your special ability just now?"

"It's so powerful and beautiful, would you..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped where he was, kneeling on one knee with a rose in his hand, and time was once again frozen.

Liuli never spoke a word, but just walked alone on the road facing the sunset.