[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

It was a spring afternoon when Gojo Satoru came to visit again.

The tree canopy that blocks out the sun extends outward, and the branches are dotted with layers of blooming pink and white flowers. Under the ancient peach tree lies a soft couch, on which lies a girl holding a book.

It was a rare sunny day, and the sun filtered through the gaps in the treetops, with bright spots of light dancing on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

This was the scene Gojo Satoru saw when he stepped into the courtyard.

A piece of fair arm was revealed from the cuffs of the woven cloth with white camellia patterns embroidered on a light green background, and long eyelashes like crow feathers drooped over the amber eyes.

Because of the backlight, her outline appeared very deep, her body was inlaid with a light edge by the golden sunlight, and the fuzz on her fair face was clearly visible.

The whole person was glowing white, as if he was about to disappear into the air.

The Gojo family was not short of beauties, not to mention that she was still so young, but he seemed to be frozen in place, unable to take a single step forward for a long time.

There was an inexplicable sour feeling in his heart, as if... she had disappeared in front of him.

Huai Liang had noticed early in the morning that there was human bioelectricity at the gate of the courtyard. She seemed to have turned into a spiritual body now.

It was a very mysterious feeling, as if one could easily determine the signs of life activities around him.

There was no sound for a long time, so she looked out.

Silver hair and blue ice eyes, her umbrella has come.

Perhaps it caused dissatisfaction among the elders, or perhaps Gojo Satoru felt embarrassed by his fainting behavior last time.

All in all, more than a month had passed since they last met.

"Go-kun."

Huailiang put down the book and waved his hands lazily, "Is the sunlight too dazzling?"

"Nothing."

There was no way Gojo Satoru would admit that he had lost his mind because of the other person. He turned around and ordered the servants waiting outside the courtyard to bring him a soft couch, saying that he wanted to appreciate the flowers.

Then he raised his chin slightly and walked towards her with dignity.

This reminded Huai Liang of a tabby cat that had recently broken into the corridor of her courtyard to avoid the rain.

Ever since she fed it once, the raccoon would occasionally run into her yard.

It has a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes and always pretends not to care about her, but secretly glances at her with its eyes.

Gojo Satoru walked closer and his attention was attracted by the low table next to him.

A stack of diamond-shaped red, white and green pastries lay in the white porcelain, and next to it was a plate of squeaky white rice cakes doused in mashed carrots, soy sauce and chopped green onions.

He loves sweets, so he reached out for the three-color snack without hesitation: "Lingbing, today is March 3rd, Girls' Day?"

Huailiang pointed to the gorgeous peach blossoms above his head and said, "Yes, it's the Peach Blossom Festival. We'll have clam soup, assorted flower sushi, and young hail for dinner.

"I didn't drink peach wine because I'm not old enough."

As the sweet food took his mouth, Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes comfortably, feeling the mellow taste coming from his taste buds.

"They are all traditional food. Well, do you have any dolls prepared for Hinata?"

"No."

Huailiang shook his head, "I don't believe that."

She had never planned to get married, so there was no need for her to prepare those strange human-shaped dolls every year to take away as dowry.

Therefore, she doesn't care about the argument that not putting away the doll immediately on March 3 will lead to delayed marriage.

"In previous years, on May 5th, Men's Day, I would hang black, red, and blue carp streamers outside my courtyard gate. In addition to eating Kashiwamochi, I would also place May figures and armored warriors."

Gojo Satoru swallowed his rhododendron cake and muttered, "We need to make them work harder."

Huai Liang didn't care about the servants' neglect of her formal 'fiancée': "I have always liked quietness and don't want to be disturbed too much by outsiders."

"Do I count?" Gojo Satoru pointed a finger at his head.

Huailiang picked up the scroll again: "The entire Gojo family belongs to Wujun, so where can't he go?"

Gojo Satoru was not very satisfied with the other party's answer, which he felt was perfunctory. For some reason, he wanted to hear something... better.

He snatched the book from the other person's hand and glanced at the cover: "Popular Economics?"

"Why do you watch these boring things all day long? You don't like games, anime, or music?"

Huai Liang couldn't understand why a boy of this age could change his mood so suddenly. He seemed so easy to talk to just now, but in a moment he turned hostile.

After repeating the phrase "When you live under someone's roof, you have to bow your head" twice, she still said calmly: "I need to make money."

Gojo Satoru was really surprised by this answer: "Didn't the old man give you 10 billion? Isn't it enough for you to spend?"

"That's life money, it's different."

Gojo Satoru always knows how to strike while the tide is still blowing: "Then you can feed me a piece of rice cake."

Huai Liang raised his eyebrows: "That's another price."

"what."

Gojo Satoru chuckled and said with great satisfaction: "How much?"

"Ten million yen."

"Why is the hand so precious?"

He was so angry that he didn't have the right to control large sums of money due to his age and asked, "Why don't you just go and rob?"

"This isn't a forced sale, Wu-jun, don't be anxious."

"He's just like the curse master, obsessed with money."

Huai Liang didn't say anything. She thought, if she couldn't leave the Gojo family for the time being, being a curse master would indeed be a job that could make quick money.

Taking on assassination commissions does not require strong magical powers as support. For example, she is very good at assassination.

Of course, she would not reveal the real reason why she needed money: "This is just my personal quirk, just like your quirk for pursuing power."

Gojo Satoru shook his finger: "Don't compare me with ordinary people. I didn't try very hard to pursue strength. Strength comes naturally as I get older."

"Wu-kun's talent is really enviable."

Just then, the servants brought in a soft couch. Gojo Satoru waved his hand to signal them to leave, then threw himself onto the couch without any attitude, and collapsed into the soft fabric like an invertebrate.

This Yaocaiyuan was indeed a bit strange. He had clearly only been here once, but it gave him a special feeling of comfort that made him let down his guard.

He curled his lips and attributed it to the fact that Huai Liang was the only one who did not flatter him, and also that this place was remote and he would not passively take in too much information to give him a headache.

"You don't seem afraid of me."

Huai Liang had no idea what the other party was talking about, so he continued, "I've sold my life to you, what else should I be afraid of?"

Okay, it happens again.

He was obviously feeling depressed just now, but one sentence made him feel strangely happy.

However, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but want to know more of her thoughts.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll commit suicide?"