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

The night wind blew away Gojo Satoru's unfinished words, and his protruding Adam's apple rolled a few times, "I will definitely let you have 'freedom', Liang."

Hearing this, Huai Liang started to gossip like a witch who brought disaster to the country: "It may be difficult. After all, you are so old, Wu Jun..."

The method of retreating in order to advance always worked well on Gojo Satoru who seemed to be in love with her. She gave him a little bit of admiration and encouragement, "But with Gojo-kun's ability, you won't let me wait too long."

Gojo Satoru placed the lantern on the bluestone slab in the courtyard. Upon hearing this, he suddenly clenched Huailiang's hand and said solemnly: "Although I don't know how to remove the life-replacing spell... I will definitely take care of myself and take good care of you."

Huailiang's face showed a mixture of joy and emotion. He held Gojo Satoru's large hand and nodded heavily: "Rather than being a chess piece, I think Gojo-kun would rather be the chess player."

"I believe you."

——But believe in yourself more.

The hazy moonlight sprinkled in the courtyard, wrapping people like a light gauze. Huai Liang lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the sarcasm in his eyes.

She herself is a professional in making empty promises. She seemed touched by Gojo Satoru's words, but in her heart she was dismissive.

How does the saying go, 'If a man is reliable, a sow will climb a tree'? Putting your hopes on others is no different from committing suicide.

Regardless of whether he can really resist the temptation of "an extra life", even if he is indeed proud enough not to need others to sacrifice for him and does not need a "life-saving talisman", Huai Liang puts a big question mark on the word "freedom" that he mentions.

What is freedom?

Should he allow her to travel around the world and enjoy her life, or should he set a time limit and require her to report her whereabouts to him?

What's worse, she can only put herself under his nose. Wherever he goes, she will follow?

The agreement she signed with the Gojo family in the morning only included a clause about buying out the life-replacing technique for 1 billion, but there was no mention of her having to sacrifice the next few decades of her life to provide emotional value, reproductive value... and X services.

The so-called engagement with the six-eyed god is just a piece of poison wrapped in chocolate coating to her. It looks sweet and glamorous on the outside, but it will actually cost her life.

'If you cover a bird's wings with gold, the bird won't be able to fly far'.

The current young Gojo Satoru may indeed have a sincere heart, and may really want to "give her freedom", but who knows if his thoughts will change over the years?

In this world, the only constant is change.

What's more, she doesn't need anyone to 'give her freedom'. She is free just by existing in this world.

"I'm really happy that you think so."

Gojo Satoru stroked her fingers and slowly released her hand, "Then let's light the lamp first."

"I have done some research. In the past, the Chinese country, which was affiliated with Ryukyu, would write down their wishes on sky lanterns before releasing them to pray for their wishes to come true."

As he spoke, he took out a set of writing brushes and ink from his wide furisode as if by magic, walked to the small pond, scooped up some water with his fingers, took out an ink stick and began to grind it himself.

Huai Liang's eyelids twitched. The Yanhui ink, which is known as "one ounce of gold and one ounce of ink", was used in such a trifling way by this guy?

Whatever, the Gojo family is wealthy anyway, so it doesn’t matter if a rich young master like him squanders it.

"Ha, luckily I practiced calligraphy for a while when I was a kid, so it's not too ugly."

Gojo Satoru was quite pleased with himself. He had always been able to learn anything very quickly. Although he had not made in-depth studies in calligraphy, which required concentration and perseverance, his handwriting was good enough to impress people.

He was seen writing freely and soon two Chinese characters "槐凉" were written on the snow-white lantern paper. He had learned this specially.

When you like someone, you will unconsciously develop a voyeuristic tendency.

I want to know everything about her past years, whether she has had any crazy experiences, her favorite books, favorite movies, songs she often listens to, whether she prefers sour or sweet tastes...

He had to know everything about her that he had not been involved in.

After all, he was in front of Huai Liang, so Gojo Satoru was unable to reveal his thoughts too explicitly.

Otherwise, this small and thin lantern alone would not be enough for him to write.

Huai Liang was indeed a little panicked at this moment. She had said that the lanterns should be written with wishes, but the other party had written her name instead.

She was not so naive as to think that the other party was just showing off his skills. Japanese writing was not easy to express, so he wrote about her standing in front of him.

Those vague and ambiguous words said in the past few days can be attributed to the young man's admiration. She can also simply pretend to be ignorant and lurk under the "protective umbrella" with peace of mind.

Even at the moment when he needed to urgently redirect doubts, he manipulated his emotions and perceptions at will.

But this moment was different, it was almost an explicit declaration of love.

Huai Liang finally understood why he had been so eager to get her to agree to light the lanterns with him.

Because, in order to ask her for a clear commitment again, he could not get away with so-called implicit or vague words.

Huai Liang sighed deeply in her heart again. She had known for a long time that this guy was really difficult to deal with.

“Is this a surprise?”

Huailiang took the ink-dipped wolf-hair brush handed to him under the other party's scorching gaze, and his eyes fell on another blank lantern. "It's a pity, I'm not as smart as Wujun, and I have never learned calligraphy since I was a child."

She certainly didn't think that she could avoid showing her 'wish' to Gojo Satoru by saying this, so when she saw the other party frowning, she changed the subject and said, "But I have learned painting."

This is not Huai Liang bragging. She seems to have a talent for painting. She can do sketching, fine brushwork, watercolor or oil painting with ease.

She regards China as her second home besides her native place, and naturally she did not neglect learning Chinese painting last week.

"It's a pity that I don't have any paint, and I haven't painted for a long time. I'm sorry for not showing off."

"really?"

Gojo Satoru was now interested, "Then I'd like to see what you want to draw, Ryo."

Huai Liang calmed his mind and focused on painting on the snow-white lantern paper. About ten minutes later, a picture of a kitten catching a butterfly appeared in front of Gojo Satoru.

He pursed his lips, not getting the answer he wanted, and was ready to make a scene: "Cat? Liang, your wish is for a cat and a butterfly?"

"What does it mean?"

Huailiang casually placed the brush on the inkstone, and the kitten's hair and whiskers on the lantern were clearly visible.

The curled mouthparts of the fluttering butterfly are also very clear, making it a very beautiful picture.

She turned her head and looked at Gojo Satoru, whose mouth was pouting like an oil bottle, and chuckled: "Ah, didn't I ever say that?"

"In my eyes, Wu, you look a lot like a cat."